Written in 1983. Cobwebs hang from the drawers. The empty seat covered with dust sits abandoned by the desk. Death now sits here looking at thirty desks aligned in six rows. No more do children laugh in this place. No more does teacher teach the students. The Apple perfectly red sits untouched by dust or…
Written in 1983. Home is where the heart is, I hear people say. But home is something much more. Home is where the joy is. Home is the constant happiness in a changing, hurting world. But I left Home long ago. A Home of grass lands and animals. A Home of many colours in many…
For this poem, I created a specific syllable structure. It another experiment in structured poetry. It is not based on a real dream. I dreamed I was in a desert, alone. The wind swept dust all about me, but I was safe, in a cone of light and cool wind. Then I was in a…
Another poem written during my creative writing special course. My teacher liked it, but now that I read it I know it needs some work. New jeans are nice, but old jeans are better. Old shoes are nice, but new shoes are better. Why do they insist on new jeans and old shoes, When anyone…
This poem was written sometime during the 1986-1987 school year. A fleeting glance A longing look quickly hidden no one will ever know no one should ever know Hidden feelings rip and rend in frustration emotional spasms tightly kept veiled Should anyone find out trap door opens in the heart as a futile escape from…
Erg! This is more difficult than I had originally thought. Oh, well. Better late than never! 52 Haiku! Was I on drugs or something? Nope. Just plain crazy. Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Written in 1984, this is another expression of my grief of losing my grandmother. Loss. A missing piece of the puzzle. A knot in the throat. A Demon in the gut. An unfulfilled need. A missing. A not there. A silent scream. Anger. Grief. Deprivement. A barrier to cross some day Yet crossed by another…
This weekend was cooler than the previous weekend, but still hot here in Phoenix. This is where I drew my inspiration for today’s haiku: April showers, not here in Phoenix. It’s quite hot. Miss California Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Pumpkin on the porch Welcomes autumn to my home Soon the leaves will follow Originally posted on 52 Haiku
This week’s haiku is inspired by the first experience with fireflies, back when I was living in Baltimore. I was enraptured by them and still feel the thrill when I think about them. Lighting bugs outside blink like Christmas tree lights while they search for a mate Originally posted on 52 Haiku