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 truth
is attempted
But now
the feeling
is gone.
This poem was written in February 1988 during a time when I was writing a lot of love poetry. My Love is as sweet as the nectar of the honeysuckle the laughing call of gulls the soft breath of a babe He is as pleasant as the sun upon my back the wind in my…
I just found this while cleaning out some clutter: Falling, falling, gone The leaf breaks free from the tree My grief consumes me I don’t know when I wrote it, but wanted to make sure I documented it somewhere. Originally posted on 52 Haiku
This experiment in poetry form was written in 1983. Over the snow, there rides a sleigh. Clop, clop is the rhythm of the horse hooves. Bells jingle, jingle around the horse’s neck. Fog creeps upon the snow. The rumble, grumble sound of the horse breaks upon a quiet scene. The horse stops in front of…
This poem was written circa 1975. I’d forgotten all about it until my mother called me and told me she wanted to read to me a poem written by a 9-year old girl. When she was done, she asked me if I remembered it. I said it sounded familiar … maybe I’d read it on…
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…
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