giving up tumult
for smallest of moments …ah
butterfly breath sighs
.
haiku
giving up tumult
for smallest of moments …ah
butterfly breath sighs
.
haiku
where are all the sweet men?
true men, kind, strong, fair, complete
un-bittered, caring…?
.
haiku
i stroke her fingers
while the stoke has her trapped
like wild animal
.
haiku
a vaccine for us
and for the planet is
blessèd~
tru~feminism~
.
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i dig down into
the garden of my self
unearthing truth and
worms and roots
flowers too
and in doing so
heal self and heal earth
singing hours
breath by breath my self
butterfly ~ bee light
.
not a haiku
i know my name is
safe in your mouth
‘cos it sounds
like love
well-pronounced
.
haiku
as constant gardener
i weed thé negative &
grow the positive
.
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in the aftermath,
i pat myself and ask, am
i okay ? am i ?
.
haiku
half secret half
animal darkness between legs
i refuse to hurt
.
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he blundered he wept
under sky lid he hid
til love swept his hurt
.
haiku