Poetry – Page 101

Haiku: Strawberry Sunshine

Blooming sweet nectar
Summertime garden party
Strawberry Sunshine

A suppressed longing,
sitting quiet and numb.

The clock strikes eight,
prodding and poking.

Emotions feel fluid,
a free-flowing river.

Jumbled emotions;
medical instruments
seem to be colder.

Every hole examined,
nothing remains empty,
anoetic consciousness.

Unknowing becomes
knowing, as you move
into thought and action.

Stripped naked and bare,
as white-coated figures
take what you love away.

No choices remain,
being different is a sin,
you’d rather be dead.

Sorting through letters
once trees, the paper holds our
distant memories

Some prayed for rain; others danced, many gave up hope as the dams dried up.

An old man sat looking at them, shook his head, and thought of all those times he scolded the rain.

What he’d give for drop now, yet then he hated how the rain always ruined his plans.

manufactured morning joy
excessive coffee drinking
crying sorrow by lunchtime

A forest dream
under the full moon.

The wolves run wild,
an owl hoots,
the trees whisper words
you cannot understand.

A silvery moon
hides behind the clouds.

The shiver up your spine,
flesh touches flesh,
a warm breath of darkness
as you wake up.

O’er the mountain and into the sea,
we will meet again just you wait and see.

O’er the hills and down into the lake,
we will meet again and memories we’ll make.

O’er my heart and into your love,
I’ll see you again, my sweet dove.

I could write nothing,
Leave the page blank, say nothing.
I could be nothing,
Live alone and love nothing.
I will never be nothing.

Cherry blossom dream
feeling the flakes of snow fall
back in the office

A feeling of pride,
admiring your collection;
the dead butterflies.