This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Category: Nature

Haiku #118

Our words shine through Luna

Making waves in chest and belly

Open portals glow

Haiku #116

Another portal

Opening this night, space grows

Stargate awakens

Haiku #115

Streets are barren now

The fold of time envelopes

Irises return

Eternity Is Too Long

I will keep sharing my story

One of betrayal

Lies

Selfish vices

Rising tides

And skidding to a halt

On salty slopes

The force of impact

Too great to withstand

I am ravenous for the truth

Yet you only shove 

Tiny bites into my mouth

Casually crushing my heart

Every time you speak

Or reach 

Or breathe in my direction

I find tears in my eyes

And I tear at my covers 

Self divided no more

Haiku #113

Toasted coconut

Bittersweet on my tongue now

Sugars easing naught

The River Story

You became a part of the river story

The river of my dreams

The river of my past

Drowning me with sorrow

We spent so many nights together 

Tense and terse and never comfortable

We faced journey after journey in strife

A darkness about both of our hearts 

Until we found not only freedom from ourselves 

But from each other

I hated the day

I will always hate the day

5 years into it all this time

Millennia passing in between meetings

I am still in agony

Mostly, I wonder where joy went

 I remember when it was sucked away from me

Lost among the thorns of a childhood spent as a lie

It has been a common theme in my life

You ‘just want me to be happy’

But then show me only misery

I beg for freedom

Each passing night 

A clarity ringing through my desires

Yet my unquenched thirst remains in your stead

#111

Through all of the pain

I am still alive to tell

The river story

Haiku #110

Stop following me

Now is the time for goodbye

Stop the flow for good

Haiku #107

I am haunted now

Songs with banjos, and ukes too

Make my heart rain tears

Closing the Cover

The story has ended

Chapters filled

With the greatest

And most terrible 

Love story of all

A sort of love

So hot

That scorched earth

Is cool to the touch

Upon recollection

A sort of love 

So potent

It very nearly killed 

Myself and you 

And everyone else

In our pathway

The hardest part has arrived

For me now

Closing the cover 

For good

Allowing the salt water

To blur the pages

Written upon my heartstrings