High upon a mountain
my heart waits for you
chained to a rock
like Faye awaiting Kong
Then they come
picking and rending
pieces of my heart
They fly away
like vultures
with bits of Promethean liver
hanging from their mouths
I endure
For how can I not?
Like a modern day Prometheus
my heart heals
awaiting the one
who will break the chain
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…
This was written May 18, 1984. I stand alone, as I always will. Friends come and go, but all the while I stand alone. Just a molecule of air, am I, tossed about by the wind. I see, and know, and love others but they go and I see, know and love more. Always there…
On Saturday, I heard a self-made millionaire speak. He talked about life being filled with choices and how you move toward your goal by always making the choices that lead you there. That’s what inspired this week’s haiku. Choices fill your life The moment of truth is here Which road will you take? Originally posted…
Written in 1983. I see an image made of dust. This is something I cannot trust. But what of broadswords that are thrust? Soon their valor turns to rust.
I had to avoid the computer last week due to a back spasm, so here is last week’s haiku almost a week late. A fly jit jitters Across our truck’s windshield. Does it know I’m here? Originally posted on 52 Haiku
This poem was written after a very stressful week in January 1998. Sitting on the toilet with my underwear on I wet my pants, but didn’t notice because of all the things that had distracted me from pulling down my knickers in the first place. It wasn’t until I went to wipe that I realized…