Written in 1983.
Shadows of images.
Images of shadows.
Ghost of my nightmare.
Monster of my dream.
Who are you who hides
in my closet?
Why do you stalk me?
My veins are filled with fear of you.
But then, who is the fear-filled one?
Is it I? Or is it you?
Maybe it is I who stalk you.
Monster of YOUR dream.
Ghost of YOUR nightmare.
Image of YOUR shadows.
Shadow of YOUR image.
This poem was written in 1983 and published in the Spring 1984 issue of Metanoia, the Montgomery High School creative writing magazine. What colour is God? A child with milk mustache asks. Does God have a colour? Is the reply. Mother looks at her young offspring. A loving look met by confused eyes. Is God…
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 February 1983. I am trapped within this cage. I can’t see or feel the cage, but I sense its presence. Is it me? Is it my peers? Is it life? Why can’t I fly? I want to be free! But how can one escape from something unseen, and untouchable? How can one be…
This week’s haiku is a little dark. Not because I’m depressed — in fact, life has been pretty good lately and I’m happy — but because I wrote it while listening to Stella Pope Duarte talk about facing your fears and getting to know your inner universe. If you ever get a chance to hear…
Are you ready for Fifty-two Haiku’s Challenge? One haiku a week! The contest starts next Wednesday, Jan. 2, 2008. Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Another teen angst filled poem from my High School years. I carry a great weight upon my shoulders as I walk upon the Road. I ask, “Will not someone help me with my load?” The mountains echo their unanimous reply, “NO.” I ask, “Will not someone take away my load?” The mountains echo their unanimous…