it is all too easy
to clasp hands
to meet another’s gaze
and speak words said
by a hundred hundred other souls
it is a far more difficult thing
to sit in silence
with only the sound of breath
to remind you of another’s presence
with no assurance that they will be present tomorrow
except the knowledge of your own heart
love, four letter word
which can surely steal your breath
but in the best way
~ ~ ~
dewy dawn delight
obscures the fields across which
gentle does do bound
~ ~ ~
do be silent please I beg,
I’m trying to sleep
~ ~ ~
dusk stalker, silent
in your deadly dive, your prey
never saw you come
Written for Haiku Heights‘ A to Z Haiku April.
for a time
I basked in the rapture of your attention
reveled in it
believing it was mine to hold
but with irrational infatuation comes a fall
into unsheltered understanding
a revelation of reality
an unmitigated grief which threatens
it’s ephemeral except in my heart
so don’t blame me now
for trying to raise myself
above the hurt
for putting you behind me
and moving on
Fall in love.
Fall so deeply and intensely that you
Have your heart broken.
Let yourself break
along with it.
Pull yourself together.
Find a new path.
Do it for yourself.
Written for this week’s Trifextra, which asks us for 33 words of advice.
Why do we love?
Why open our hearts and souls to be stolen and shattered?
Would it not be safer to remain alone,
to construct strong walls
and hide within them
protected from Cupid’s arrows?
Why do we expose ourselves to the possibility of pain?
Allow our very spirit to be crushed
by the very thing we crave?
We know it will bring us such agony
and yet we hunger for it
seek it out
endlessly expose ourselves
to self-inflicted defeat.
Love is agony
and yet it is such sweet misery.
Written in response to Kerry’s Wednesday Challenge at With Real Toads’, asking us to explore existentialism.
You started us
with ‘someone I used to know’
we began in this place
with heartache and heartbreak
what more should I expect
than for the prophesy to come true?
We were born
with words of suffering
songs of separation and loss
so how can I expect more of you
than to make them come true?
I cannot hear them now
without thinking of us
or of you
but that will be okay
One day I will hear
someone I used to know
and think fondly
of the one
who became the one I used to know.
I don’t want this hell
but maybe I need it.
I don’t want to sit and think of the might’ve been’s
of the what-if’s
but maybe, just maybe, it will turn this mind-numbing fog
I don’t love feeling alone
but maybe it’s time I learn to be that way
to rely first on myself before I lean on someone else.
I have my words
I have my teddy bear
I have my tears
I have my unshakable faith that the Universe is there
waiting for me to open my tear-filled eyes
and take my first steps
at my heart the thoughts whirl
a tornado of possibilities
waiting for the stillness to come
after the storm
a happy coincidence found us together
built a budding friendship
then blooming love
and fiery passion
but intensity cannot feed upon itself
it must devour to live
it takes (our) strength
and (hinders) concentration
we are lucky to have had these times
fortunate to know one another
to have shared
to have learned
to have experienced moments of wonder
and pure delight.
the future is yet to be written
what it holds cannot
(though I would wish it otherwise)
it is terrifying to step forward
feeling as though I am without succor
from the unknown
yet I set one foot ahead of the other
a hesitant heart
an anxious soul
a willing participant in my own revival
Part of my healing process, and written for this week’s Trifecta challenge, which gives us the word ‘lucky’ with the meaning ‘producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable’
It is something I have been wondering
was I destined to be this woman
or is this simply the creature you made of the clay of my psyche?
Was this the truth of my soul
or was this woman molded of your desires
your hopes, your dreams?