by Stormwind
last edited: 01/19/2004
cold freezing rain comes,
pours in the land of sunshine.
never rains- song lies.
Rust hills announce fall
waiting dry for seldom rains
defines me I fear.
magnolia blossoms
carpet the path walked upon
and bring me heart smiles.
missing you much-ly
in conversations my mind
wanders uninvolved.
Fifteen hundred miles
away from you I dream of
your eyes, smile, your touch.
Lonely for the whole
dreaming is not enough to
make the longing go
Feet
My child no longer needs me quite the same.
still my child,
but adulthood settles
around his head and hands
and begins to comfortably drift
to drape his strong shoulders
but not yet to his feet.
His feet still come home at night,
but I think not for long.
And I am free to contemplate
this life, mine, yet to be lived
this marriage
that is little more than habit
the years
that will come next.
What do two people say to each other
when they are no longer involved
in each others lives?
What to say when our child's feet
no longer come home at night?
What do people say
when they sleep in separate rooms,
go their separate ways,
do their separate things?
When their child is all that binds them,
what do they do when those feet
don't come back at night,
when nothing else remains?
My child no longer needs me quite the same.
2/04/02 AGT/Stormwind
Jacaranda trees
bloom purple last hurrahs as
you withdraw your heart.
should'a, would'a, could'a
-just words.
doing now, actions next time,
are all that matter.
house shakes, mildly waves,
glass vibrates, done until the
next aftershock comes.
Five Seven Five sounds
searching for the right words
becomes addicting.
Where is the love that says good
morning
a touch, a smile to begin our day.
Where is the love that says good evening
a hug that we are home together again.
Where is the love that says good night
kisses and arms to hold each other close.
Where is the love that shares our joys
our losses, our triumphs,
and gives me hope.
anxiously waiting
check email, not THE email.
again? HERE! relief.
it
wasn't supposed to work
this way.
i love you, you love me,
isn't there supposed to be
some kind
of happily ever after?
when they said
love is all you need,
they didn't say
but only
if you are under 25.
While these few pieces are not all Haiku, I find the 5-7-5 syllable format enjoyable. For the Haiku purists- the sometimes lack of seasonal reference and other important characteristics will be enough for them to dismiss the haiku attempts. Ah such is life. Stormwind
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