Apples and honey
rain drops dance, september walks
l’shana tova
beginnings straddle
endings, sorry crosses love
white cloud and still voice
apple-y honey, sweet
are friends who stretch oak-like arms
billow cool warmth, peace
for more Washwords’ (and friends) haikus see Haiku You
i remember you
and the laughs, learning, stretching
i didn’t count then.
smell of hotel, but
I now lived there, two whole days
on nine-eleven.
I don’t remember
how or why i left… and stayed
gone, away, alone.
I only knew: go.
blue hits brown bark , feet concrete
sorry paled, I know.
thought i broke the world
that day. steel spokes, dusty hearts —
that concrete block of ache.
split we must. perhaps.
weren’t ready or able then.
new loves get those selves.
still… sorry i am
pale though it does, i cling. might
you remember me?
for more Washwords’ (and friends) haikus see Haiku You. Sorry all for the long hiatus… I will try to be back more regularly and more cheerily than these hearbreakingly beautiful September days have me today.
“full is not heavy”
presentation done
head opening, body melts
i heave relief. deep.
mind hits heart hits core
comfort,done tires, too, but
full is not heavy
Buddhist class teaches
anger is your creation
yours to stop then, too
You can’t purify
old hurts that pull from merit
’til you stop the now.
baby steps can be
quite rocky, and yet they are
the most important
for more Washwords’ (and friends) haikus see Haiku You
