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 reply,
“We do not take. We give.”
I say,
“But that will make my load heavier.”
The mountains reverberate
their ominous replay,
“WE DON’T CARE!”
One of my goals for this year is to get better at relationships. Since I kind of failed in my marriage, my goal is to get it right next time. One of the pieces of advice I’ve been following is this: To attract your soul mate, you must feel that your soul mate is already…
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…
This poem was written in 1983, inspired by my senior ring, which had a blue spinal stone because my favorite color is blue. It was published in the Spring 1984 issue of Metanoia, the Montgomery High School creative writing magazine. Blue Spinal, Spiral me down, down to the depths of your ocean. I see everything…
Busy, busy, swamped! There is so much to do. ARG! Flat out occupied! Hmmm. I guess my busy life is beginning to get to me. Originally posted on 52 Haiku
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…
The other day, while I was putting on my shoes to take Sprocket for a walk, I was inspired to write a few haiku about her. I share them with you here: Four-legged smile The dog of my heart and dreams Sprocket, I love you =-=-=-=-=-=-= Good Girl Sprocket Looks up with loving…