Compromise:
They stood in the sand
he drew a very deep line
she drew pretty hearts.
Letting Go:
She had lost her thought
in the rhythm of the music
but found both her feet.
All Along:
Silent, infinite
wisdom will guide him towards her
in dreams, through visions.
Haiti:
We weep with your pain
collecting tears and pennies
offerings from the heart.
On Writing:
With the swoosh of pen
her blood turns from red to black
blank page, now, a mirror.
His Reflection:
Of all that he'd seen
twisting, turning out of life
she was most vivid.
Hmmm...:
She decided to sit
write something so very clever
now, what would that be?
A Poem:
Tapping on the keys
fingers dancing right along
to her joyful thoughts.
Misunderstood:
Defined as demands
she desired so little
but to be inspired.
Churning:
She stirs quietly
giving thoughts to new thinking
brewing in her head.
Hope Arrives:
Leaves of dark thoughts scatter
against the warm tempest winds
stirred by her faith.
Insomnia:
Throughout the night air
the bells tolled of the hour
she refused to hear.
Peaceful Offering:
In this coldest snow
icicle adorned branches
bowed their warm hellos.
Improvisation:
She is practicing
simple words, simple meanings
in a complex world.
A Confession:
My haiku structure
random at the very best
we'll not speak of least.
That Old Us:
Where in time is it
the forgotten memories
of our blissful youth?
She & He:
Just spinning along
tripping through the Universe
their two worlds collide.
Open Books:
She could read their souls
through the very words they used
and knew they were pure.