I’d rather be wrong
And have you say I’m nothing.
You ARE lovable.
Paradigms
07 May 2019 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: abuse, anger, choices, decisions, denial, expectations, fear, grief, haiku, healing, hope, hurt, integrity, letting go, loss, love, pain, poem, poet, poetry, relationships, self, self awareness, self esteem, self worth, trauma, trust, truth, unconditional love
Books, Baths and Outdated Updates
18 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: bath time, checking in, haiku, happiness, happy, life, love, poem, poetry, self, snuggle, soak, update
Life does get busy.
Full of soaking and snuggling.
Things that make life good.
Vagrant Mercy
17 Aug 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: gypsy, haiku, heart, home, love, poem, poet, poetry, searching, self, wander
Heart shaped caravan.
Guided solely by its beat.
Finding its way home.
Fractured Figure
02 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: break, figure, haiku, idol, image, poem, poet, poetry, seams, self, skin
Fitting in this skin
At the expense of others.
Careful, taut seams break.
Ode to the Eerie
01 Jul 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: creepy, dark, haiku, light, love, oddest, ode, poem, poet, poetry, sancutary, self, strange, strange little girl
Ode to the eerie:
When there is not enough light,
Dark becomes love.
Haiku for the Discarded
11 Jun 2016 4 Comments
in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: abandon, discarded, haiku, loss, love, orphan, poem, poet, poetry, self, unwanted, wanted
Here little orphan,
Here is all the love I have.
Even that for me.
Threshold
05 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: apologies, change, faith, haiku, love, poem, poet, poetry, self, threshold
Surrounded by firsts:
Like first opening your eyes…
Admitting I’m wrong.
Gone Fishing
24 Mar 2016 2 Comments
in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: change, gone fishing, healing, loss, love, poem, poet, poetry, self, silence, song, sonnet, yearning
In this year to come,
The year of my silence,
I will be filled with wordless songs
And unspoken sonnets.
In the year of my silence,
Things broken will burn
And out of death and ash will things be born
In the year of my silence,
Devotion will cease to be offered to unavailable lips
And only love will learn to spill from these neglected veins.
In the year of my silence.
.Silence.
Hidden Things
22 Dec 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Uncategorized Tags: haiku, healing, loss, love, poem, poet, poetry, self, sigh, swoon
Do I have to tell?
The pit that you left in me?
I want to be loved.
