Now my heart is out
side of my body resting
on my chest l feel
her imprint everywhere
Tag: Haiku
-
AprilPoWriMo 30
Never very good
at endings I have written
a poem a day
for twenty five months
now I am not sure if I
deserve a break when
a human arrives
imminently it could be
any moment now
just as I describe
writing as something to do
so too is changing
diapers or putting
car seats in strollers to walk
a path part way through
a life I never
expected to include this
heavy interlude
I would trade poems
for a new life—wouldn’t you?
-
AprilPoWriMo 29
We might remember
things that happened long ago
because we knew them
as the possible
we have not experienced
until they happened
and then instead of
remaining fixed in our minds
they appear to be
as far from us as
we want them to be because
they are not over
even forgotten
they stay about to happen
instant as distant
events holding us in place
-
AprilPoWriMo 28
Why with so much time
infinitely spooling out
is never enough
no one knows how much
easy platitudes to make
the most of every
moments all we have
little do we acknowledge
they are eternal
why you remember
unique characteristics
no one may else know
but for the telling
this is how the water breaks
the gleaming of eyes
the birth of the universe
-
AprilPoWriMo 26
Century still young
despite the fact that twenty
years ago too soon
what will we grow up
to be or not as the case
may be will not yet
this experience
too good not to share and yet
know it leaves us still
droning in endless
cacophony grows restless
even in the dark
-
AprilPoWriMo 25
Probably not worth
worrying about the world
children inherit
foregone conclusion
those who could make the biggest
difference—didn’t
-
AprilPoWriMo 24
Running out of time
before getting to know you
not sure what to do
build some furniture
maybe while wondering who
you will be with us
how eager you are
to take a first breath out here
and make us breathless
questioning no doubt
who we thought we were without
your breathing with us
turning inside out
what we thought we were about
-
AprilPoWriMo 17
Why do you look for
the living among the dead?
He is not here but
with the dead has been
now love is come again like
wheat that springeth green
Joshua Keiter 