You always humor my “High” questions. Like, “Am I… one-dimensional?” —You have as many sides to you as a 20-sided die.
Tag Archives: Poetry
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
Haiku no. 16
In the lone hoursOf night, we swim in a song…Painting as we go.
Drip, drip
Early Afternoon
Petting cats And rolling j’s Watching baseball On Father’s Day Making o’s Sipping rieslings Chilled in ice Eating raw fish and rice The Sunday wind is draping on skin And the white orbs of cloud Sail the skies’ blue The sound of summer is loud— —My mind is loud too.
Haiku no. 15
The cloud was golden… A soft light emerged from it. It pierced my own soul.
Leanna 