Hours stretch ahead
Lazy, empty, nourishing
My heart, my soul, rest.
Walking away is
Not nearly as easy as
You would think it is
Things in practice
Are never as easy as
They are in theory
Hot humidity
Hugs as tight as your old aunt
At the reunion
Parts of me need things
That other parts of me know
Are very bad things
Weigh in is today
Hoping for a decent loss
4 days to first goal
Sparkling blue water
A trip to the library
Cleaning the kitchen
Tan lines and flip flops
Beach reads and sunscreen and heat
Summertime is here
Filling in bare spots
Mowing, weeding and trimming
I want more flowers
Useless but pretty
A small shot of happiness
Maybe it's enough
The Farmer's Market
Calls to me but not the kids
Going anyway!
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Friday, June 12, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Haiku Friday - Vodka Tonic Edition
Icy, magical
Silvery liquid magic
I love good vodka
***
Ahh, Ugly Betty
You are both my biggest fear
And my heroine.
***
The wind howled and howled
I spent the whole day in bed
Wishing you were there
***
The strength that you see
When you look in my eyes
Simply costs too much
***
When I wear that shirt
All I can remember
is not wearing that shirt
***
Self-doubt swirls around
I never know what to think
My confidence wanes
***
Silvery liquid magic
I love good vodka
***
Ahh, Ugly Betty
You are both my biggest fear
And my heroine.
***
The wind howled and howled
I spent the whole day in bed
Wishing you were there
***
The strength that you see
When you look in my eyes
Simply costs too much
***
When I wear that shirt
All I can remember
is not wearing that shirt
***
Self-doubt swirls around
I never know what to think
My confidence wanes
***
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Haiku Saturday - I'm Not Always Late, But I Usually Am
I love Trader Joe's
An oasis of cool food
And also, cheap wine
***
Sunny clementines
Just not enough to combat
Sadness and my SAD
***
The green tree sparkles
Each ornament a story
A piece of our past
***
This weird, weird weather
Like a Katy Perry song
Don't mean to like it
***
Friends come and friends go
Someone leaves, someone returns
The key is balance
***
Wonder what I'd say
If Christmas happened today
Would I welcome them?
***
I'm so intrigued by
Four hundred years of silence
And then, the baby
***
Merry Christmas!
An oasis of cool food
And also, cheap wine
***
Sunny clementines
Just not enough to combat
Sadness and my SAD
***
The green tree sparkles
Each ornament a story
A piece of our past
***
This weird, weird weather
Like a Katy Perry song
Don't mean to like it
***
Friends come and friends go
Someone leaves, someone returns
The key is balance
***
Wonder what I'd say
If Christmas happened today
Would I welcome them?
***
I'm so intrigued by
Four hundred years of silence
And then, the baby
***
Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Haiku Friday - Home Alone Edition
I dream of running
Running from something, some man
I wake up tired.
***
In morning's quiet
I ask, I seek, I listen
And I hear Him speak.
***
He paints a picture
Of a whole different life
Am I brave enough?
***
The kids take over
My room is no longer mine
They are "camping out."
***
Her sideways glances
And her upswept auburn hair
Make her beautiful
***
Red peeks through the brown
I screwed up my hair color
Well, it is unique...
***
Promises to keep
Hardest - the ones to myself
Integrity holds
***
My best premise yet
Perhaps not fair to write it
But what if I'm right?
***
Running from something, some man
I wake up tired.
***
In morning's quiet
I ask, I seek, I listen
And I hear Him speak.
***
He paints a picture
Of a whole different life
Am I brave enough?
***
The kids take over
My room is no longer mine
They are "camping out."
***
Her sideways glances
And her upswept auburn hair
Make her beautiful
***
Red peeks through the brown
I screwed up my hair color
Well, it is unique...
***
Promises to keep
Hardest - the ones to myself
Integrity holds
***
My best premise yet
Perhaps not fair to write it
But what if I'm right?
***
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Saturday, December 6, 2008
Haiku Saturday
World-weary, tired
Guarded, defensive, all spent
But my hair looks good!
***
Sometimes I wonder
Why I let you get to me
And sometimes I know
***
He asks hard questions
My answers sound forced and wrong
And he stops digging
***
My writing suffers
Inspiration shrivels
Where are my muses?
***
Guarded, defensive, all spent
But my hair looks good!
***
Sometimes I wonder
Why I let you get to me
And sometimes I know
***
He asks hard questions
My answers sound forced and wrong
And he stops digging
***
My writing suffers
Inspiration shrivels
Where are my muses?
***
Friday, November 7, 2008
Haiku Friday - Cali Edition
Constant ocean breeze
Gentle balm for weary souls
Chilly in the shade
***
Channel Islands rise
Amid mist and haze and clouds
So mysterious
***
Palm trees sway above me
Various seabirds take flight
Should I fear earthquakes?
***
Not quite young lovers
But rediscovering things
We had forgotten
***
We walked and held hands
Along sandy, rocky shore
A new day begins
Gentle balm for weary souls
Chilly in the shade
***
Channel Islands rise
Amid mist and haze and clouds
So mysterious
***
Palm trees sway above me
Various seabirds take flight
Should I fear earthquakes?
***
Not quite young lovers
But rediscovering things
We had forgotten
***
We walked and held hands
Along sandy, rocky shore
A new day begins
Thursday, September 4, 2008
My snaggletooth girl
Her sweet jack o'lantern smile
Where did the time go?
***
Pull me close to you
Tangle my hair in your hands
Love me, please love me...
***
Her sweet jack o'lantern smile
Where did the time go?
***
Pull me close to you
Tangle my hair in your hands
Love me, please love me...
***
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Thursday, August 28, 2008
Tower
The tower is tall
It's strong and it keeps out all
the things that bring pain
***
I hide there sometimes
when thoughts of you crowd my mind
and I can't let go
***
I understand you
Better than you know yourself
I see the forest
***
You made me believe
You let me be romantic
But you don't believe
***
Actions speak louder
You told me that was bullshit
But I was right, then
***
No dignity left
And so I swiftly retreat
Back where you found me
***
Alone and lonely
Crying, broken, cowering
And you walk away
It's strong and it keeps out all
the things that bring pain
***
I hide there sometimes
when thoughts of you crowd my mind
and I can't let go
***
I understand you
Better than you know yourself
I see the forest
***
You made me believe
You let me be romantic
But you don't believe
***
Actions speak louder
You told me that was bullshit
But I was right, then
***
No dignity left
And so I swiftly retreat
Back where you found me
***
Alone and lonely
Crying, broken, cowering
And you walk away
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Saturday, August 23, 2008
Haiku Very Early Saturday Morning v 2.0
Clouds gather out there
The same clouds gather in here
My life is stormy
***
New schools for them both
Why do I dread this Monday?
They will be just fine.
***
Watching Olympics
For hours upon hours
The best of the best
***
Fires burn, my heart aches
I miss your touch and your voice
I need to see you
***
Fingertips tease me
My skin, all tingly and warm
You know what I need
***
An innocent hug
Nothing to the outside world
Everything to me
The same clouds gather in here
My life is stormy
***
New schools for them both
Why do I dread this Monday?
They will be just fine.
***
Watching Olympics
For hours upon hours
The best of the best
***
Fires burn, my heart aches
I miss your touch and your voice
I need to see you
***
Fingertips tease me
My skin, all tingly and warm
You know what I need
***
An innocent hug
Nothing to the outside world
Everything to me
Labels:
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love,
poetry,
relationships,
sex,
working through things
Friday, August 15, 2008
Unspoken
My biggest fear is
That if I just walk away
You will let me go
That if I just walk away
You will let me go
Labels:
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life,
love,
poetry,
relationships,
working through things
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Haiku Very Early Saturday Morning
Are you judging me
As you harshly judge yourself?
We were both willing.
***
Killing me sweetly
With words I want to believe
But somehow, just don't.
***
Focusing on myself
To shift my focus from us
I see the results
***
Heat rises and sways
Shimmering in the morning
Punishing my skin
***
Tears swell in my eyes
My hero has feet of clay
We're all imperfect.
***
As you harshly judge yourself?
We were both willing.
***
Killing me sweetly
With words I want to believe
But somehow, just don't.
***
Focusing on myself
To shift my focus from us
I see the results
***
Heat rises and sways
Shimmering in the morning
Punishing my skin
***
Tears swell in my eyes
My hero has feet of clay
We're all imperfect.
***
Labels:
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John Edwards,
life,
love,
poetry,
relationships,
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Thursday, August 7, 2008
Haiku Thursday
Just for my friend Marvin...
Realization
We burned hot and bright
Irrational thoughts and needs
Nothing gold can stay.
Cookies
A poor substitute
Chips Deluxe Chocolate Lovers
Not as good as you
Unsupervised
Alone in my room
Drinking wine from the bottle
The small, small bottle
Important Things About Me in Haiku
I
I read very fast
Sometimes a whole paragraph
My eyes absorb words
II
My Grandfather was
the youngest Texas Ranger
when he was a boy
III
I am not afraid
Of needles or giving blood
I give my own shots
IV
If I work at it
My handwriting is gorgeous
Normally I’m rushed
V
I just cannot wink
No matter how hard I try
And I don’t know why
Realization
We burned hot and bright
Irrational thoughts and needs
Nothing gold can stay.
Cookies
A poor substitute
Chips Deluxe Chocolate Lovers
Not as good as you
Unsupervised
Alone in my room
Drinking wine from the bottle
The small, small bottle
Important Things About Me in Haiku
I
I read very fast
Sometimes a whole paragraph
My eyes absorb words
II
My Grandfather was
the youngest Texas Ranger
when he was a boy
III
I am not afraid
Of needles or giving blood
I give my own shots
IV
If I work at it
My handwriting is gorgeous
Normally I’m rushed
V
I just cannot wink
No matter how hard I try
And I don’t know why
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