Not available
Not allowed
Not admired
Not avowed
Never seen
Never heard
And so I leave
Without a word
Le Fin
28 Jun 2014 Leave a comment
A Care-full Haiku
15 Jun 2014 Leave a comment
How does one show care?
Remembering little things,
Not expecting praise.
Unheard Haiku
14 Jun 2014 Leave a comment
The hardest part is:
Explaining that you are hurt,
To those that hurt you.
The Dawn of Hebe
05 Jun 2014 Leave a comment
I am ready, Geras, grow me up.
This fight was good, but I tire of longing for him to see the dawn of Hebe in my eyes.
With courage I take on this new found fame, but will recall in constant the days when my lips were sweet with cups of nectar.
When my skin was fragrant from baths of ambrosia.
When love and passion were waisted on a fickle youth.
A time so young, I could have called him mine.
I am ready, Geras, grow me up.
For I have put my love and youth into the wrong heart.
And today I rejoice in finally seeing the dawn of Hebe in my own eyes.
