Empty bed for two
Empty spot for a kitten
But no one comes home.
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Lonely Heart’s Home
25 Aug 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: choices, cold, denial, disappointment, empty, family, fear, grief, grieving, haiku, heart, home, hurt, loss, love, memories, missing, Nothing, numb, pain, poem, poet, poetry, relationships, remember, silence
Holy Matrimony
12 May 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: abuse, anger, betrayal, decisions, denial, disappointment, end, fake, fear, haiku, holy, hurt, husband, integrity, letting go, lies, loss, love, man, marriage, pain, poem, poet, poetry, relationships, self esteem, self worth, silence, trauma, trust, truth, vows, wife
Your need for power
Trumps the vows you spoke to me.
I stand defeated.
Wall of Stone
17 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: abuse, anger, betrayal, denial, disappointment, endings, fear, grief, haiku, heart, hurt, pain, poem, poet, poetry, silence, waiting
Beaten by silence,
But behind that wall lives rage.
Which one wounds me most?
World Divided
11 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: caged, cages, desire, disappointment, haiku, loss, love, numb, pleading, poem, poet, poetry
Voice raw with pleading,
Divided by heart’s cages.
Reach through and touch me.
Distinguished Palate
14 Jan 2015 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: disappointment, food, foodie, haiku, herbs, ingredience, love, palate, poem, poet, poetry, spices
Lost ingredient.
You just don’t suit my palate.
I haven’t the thyme.
Don’t Prove me Right
01 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
Don’t prove me right:
I realize this situation is extremely ambivalent,
But choices can be made,
And with the destruction of every world
A new, different world is born.
Don’t prove me right:
All faith will be lost,
But not in you.
Faith that I’ll never find worth in something not broken.
Don’t prove me right:
Get off the floor.
Pick up the pieces.
You are not broken, unless you choose to be.
It’s all a choice.
There are no forever’s.
Don’t prove me right:
I am not broken,
Not anymore.
I just look for pieces to pick up and put together.
And in the end?
Tons of little broken bits,
And none of them fit together.
When boredom sets in they’ll get thrown back to the shore…
And so will you.
Don’t prove me right.
