twisting
coral beads
tighter
leaving
indents
like
teeth marks
turning blue
.
haiku
twisting
coral beads
tighter
leaving
indents
like
teeth marks
turning blue
.
haiku
i divorced instead
of being
blessed
to die young
to escape
neglect
.
haiku
i rest a hand on
dimpled bulb of door – handle
fondle brass of past
.
haiku
.
n.b
nostalgia meaning : our pain
.
there is a tendency to return to pain. painful memories can be an addiction.
we speak of them often, draw them back into our existence, repeatedly, why…?
what does this justify…?
what if we left them in the past and staying in the present, looked to the future. Joy…? Peace…? Forgiveness…? Gratitude…?
ahhhhhh… ! mmmmmmm …!
how many times do
i have to remember. before
i remember. now
.
haiku
outside & in us
darkness lays a fog; takes what
watery daylight
.
haïku
again uncurling
dull pain
from skein
pulling it
on over my skin
.
haiku
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
all the things i love
wrapped up in a 5 pound note
not a boat to float
.
haïku
they’ll carry cactus
damage in their mouths, melons
as sweet hurt as wells
.
haiku
my name was Barbara
i was here
all alone ~ all along
intimate
.
p.s
hi
perhaps you
knew me…
perhaps
not …
.
.
.
haiku