In the beating of Your heart encased in fine gold The sun is shining.
Author Archives: Leanna Baggan
Haiku no. 19
And the window closed. The air was so cold. This time No one could warm me. —Well, except you.
Paintings on the Wall
It starts with a whisper. Blood in each breath. With color streaming by, It brings joy. Inked on the day we met. When the colorful, swirls of light Are visions in sleepless nights — It knows sad and cried. When the meaningful Swirls of light Were eclipses in heavy nights — It knows blackholes hide.Continue reading “Paintings on the Wall”
December First
And when memories change shape Pain will fade and Joy will bleed over the landscape. Will I remember to have prayed? Will I remember to acknowledge G-d under Christmas wrapping tape?
Icosahedron
You always humor my “High” questions. Like, “Am I… one-dimensional?” —You have as many sides to you as a 20-sided die.
A Cold Day
The coldness consumes The gloominess looms Over the air You wouldn’t dare To leave your room.
Haiku no. 18
It didn’t happen. I fell asleep and said no… Skipped the midnight rave.
Haiku no. 17
In her black outfit, she will dance. She will love him. She’ll write about it. —for a midnight rave—
He said
I slowed down a beautiful, wild mustang.
Eyes At Rest
I don’t want tonight to end Let’s suspend time I love that you’re mine And within this lifetime And the rest I promise even when I’m not At my best To love you. I feel the beating in your chest And it beats in me too
Leanna 