This poem comes from my writing journal. It is more a random thought than a poem, but is poetic in nature so I share it here.
The death of a loved one
lingers at my side
like the specter of
memories not to be.
It’s not that I wish
to forget them, but
if I could forget one thing
it would be
the desire for memories
that could have been
should have been
would have been if …
Here’s my haiku for the week: Birds twitter outside Light floods through my window blinds But I am still cold Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Written during the 1984/1985 school year. I’m falling! Falling slowly to the ground. Drifting I’m drifting on a breath of air Softly, I’ve landed on a soft, green surface. I’m not afraid, Anymore.
Wow, when the muse starts pouring inspiration into you, she really pours it into you. This is the poem that arrived in my mind this morning. The Veils Between Lovers A dance of the seven veils Between me and my lover The first veil is resistance Resistance to what we want Resistance born of past…
Written in 1983. Wastepaper basket filled to the brim with wads of fresh, new paper. Desk cluttered with paper, ink and pencils. A slumped figure snores over a sheet of paper. The words “Once upon a time . . .” are scribbled out on the top line. Looking closer at the wads in the basket,…
I first learned about Haiku — a Japanese form of poetry — when I was in the second grade. I remember being fascinated by the rigid structure — three lines, 5-7-5 syllables — and simple structure. As a part of that class work, I wrote the following: Swaying blooming rose Red rose sways blooms wind…
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…