New Haiku


Magical moments
on soft spun sandy beaches;
alone and in love

June 28, 2009


Soft and tender lips
providing lasting comfort;
complex as it is.

June 29, 2009


Tomorrow’s sunshine
just for fun and just because;
I missed it today.

July, 25, 2009

Westerly flows on
a northbound
express..
Trembling wasteland
in the dreams of
her dress...

Southerly tides
in East Michigan’s
winter...
cascading skies
under a buried
splinter...

Destiny’s heartland
in the middle of
nowhere...
condoms and fish gear
on a diet of
Lite Beer...

Tormented fingers
clenched tightly in a fist
of condescending blues.
Maple leaves and acorns
strewn about the landscape,
and I, on my knees
reaching longingly and hopefully
for a past I’ve left behind.
Understanding and nurturing
those thoughts of ambiguity,
the reckoning of the present
resonates soundly within and
encores prevail from
future reverberations.
I continue to question,
while on my knees,
all that is worthy and good
and yes, even meaningful.
I often stand corrected,
like a blizzard’s whiteout,
however confused I get, and
you, always on my mind,
and again, you find me
floundering on my knees,
searching, groping, exploring
the world...on my knees,
trying to rise and be counted.
While on my knees,
bloodied and wounded
from the heat and the pavement of life,
and the hardness and complexities of time
and the unyielding fact that
I must remain on my knees forever,
if I am to survive another day.

It matters little
where we spend our time,
as long as we
spend it together...
and
it matters little
whether we’re apart,
as long as our spirits
are with each other..
and
it matters little
that we’re in love,
if it is not
with one another...