The words I wanted to say
Are not the words I said;
There’s nothing more to pray for
Than one more deeply blessed.
I placed my hands together,
And sent thoughts heaven-wide,
Yet nothing here is greater
Than where your love resides.
Tag: feelings
Bad Escapologist
I tried to escape
My feelings for you,
But feelings were traced
By doves wearing blue.
They kept me in cuffs
While your heart was true,
And when I woke up,
He loved you anew.
Little Mjölnir
A hammer I found
On a tall mound of earth,
Only man-made,
So little like Thor’s.
I swung it at mountains
Of old washing up,
I heaved through the trees
Of ancestors lost.
The townspeople laughed
As I toiled and I huffed,
Its handle unvarnished,
Its corners were scuffed.
Look at him missing,
They sang and they coughed,
But they couldn’t see
The meaning of moths,
Shattered my ego,
Departing the docks.
Haiku #640
640.
Feelings unopened;
Letters in envelopes.
Forever unsaid.
Haiku #639
639.
Endless blue cycle,
And soon, new inspiration.
Breathe, and find your joy.
A Penitent Thief
Out on a limb with
A twelve foot drop,
A man stopped by
On his way to the shop.
Ravens for feet,
Rain in my teeth;
My blood in the mud
By a road that’s beneath.
I can see further
Than I’ve ever been,
Flooding the fields,
A tide’s coming in.
I looked through your eyes,
The eyes of my lord,
And I was appalled
By all that you saw.
A blind woman cried,
Malodorous skin,
A crowd on the roadside
Makes bets for my sin.
My ribs became food
To nourish a thought,
Out on a limb with
A twelve foot drop.
Tristessa
Strong hearts
Do not require taming,
Unmetallurgic wild horses
Never found comfort
In sodden-straw stables.
Your father brought home
For the old kitchen table
A brace of dead pheasants
Bound by a cable.
Through turbulent moors
And rubicon rivers
We felt there reverting
A timeless deep raging;
From scorched summers burning,
Briar-berry and bramble,
To winter’s bare pantry
Where salt pays for aging.
Together, five or six moments,
We felt more or less able
In the heartbeat of angels
To outlive the lengthy assailing,
(Daily they’re planted,
We later discovered)
Of all modern things
People now take for granted.
No one here has ever seen
Our grey-green seas
Deprived of life and motion,
The fossils would make a commotion!
No one observed those orchard trees
In the entirety of their devotion
To imparting the knowledge of apples,
And no one here speaks,
For our mouths do not open
(Unless for a token),
So I remain unable to say
How much one singular moment takes,
Though without you here
This feels like forever and its days,
Restrained by constant motion.
The Runner
When it ended, the money,
You would go running
For as long as you could,
Up on the cliff tops
And through the deep woods.
For as far as we try, yes try
To remember feelings like dreams,
Where events taking place
Exclude us from scenes.
Did you ever stop running?
Just as I can’t stop cleaning.
We were so near, you and I,
To the life we were dreaming.
I found your sports cap,
They brought yellow tape;
Now I can’t sing of oceans
And I can’t forget lately
How fog drapes our map.
Haiku #632
632.
I imagine you
Are told you are beautiful.
Yet I am still mute.
Haiku #630
630.
Behind my good eye
A typewriter, font and ink.
I think I should write.
