blank field of snow
just after the blizzard
tracked up in minutes
*
driving sixty
while the tears on her cheeks
went eighty
*
these deep scars
I wish I could forget why
you can’t see them
*
even when I sit
very, very still, God sits
stiller
*
the trees pushing green
and in me a longing to
lose everything
*
even though I know
they won’t fit, I try them on
her mood rings
*
those gossamer dreams
when was it that they became
nooses?
*
all I want to know:
when I am with you, can I
be myself?
*
watching that star
I forget which of us
is moving
*
though all the petals
fell, the lily pistil still
dripping
*
come morning my hair
all tangled after a night
of tussling with words
*
no one says to
the lily, hey, one more petal
would look better
*
these haiku
perhaps I can scrawl them on
bits of DNA
*
more poem sprouts?
said the tears—but we just
started plowing
*
quarter moon
the boy says, it’s broken,
mommy fix it?
*
these dead willow sticks
beside me are so beautiful
I am beautiful
Beautiful Haiku. Simply beautiful. I love these. So nice.
thank you so much … I really appreciate your feedback.
I have to say, I am more captured by the first nine than the last seven (actually, there are sixteen here). That last set seems to drift into the writing platform, but that’s not where I’m left by the end of the first nine. The initial nine tell a story of loss, of a relationship struggling to right itself. I am moved by the way the haiku hold it up, show its heart. The last seven strike me as clever, but of a different heart.
so moving – such honesty, dear friend.
thanks dearling Erika