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 walking away. Show all posts
Showing posts with label walking away. Show all posts
Friday, June 12, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Semantics
Not leaving
is not the same
as staying.
Saying something is a promise
is not the same
as promising something.
OK, fine
is not the same
as yes!
Not talking about something
is not the same
as something not being real.
Wanting
is not the same
as having.
Needing
is not the sam
as loving.
Letting go
is not the same
as walking away.
Not now
is not the same
as never.
Not saying it out loud
is not the same
as silence.
Walking around, making it through the day
is not the same
as living.
Not being here
is not the same
as being there.
Labels:
endings,
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life,
loss,
love,
poetry,
relationships,
walking away,
working through things
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?
***
Labels:
calling,
Debra Messing,
haiku,
hair color,
humor,
life,
love,
novel,
prayer,
religion,
spirituality,
walking away,
working through things
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