Still Doing, Wanting To Believe: Haiku

I’m still doing what
I think I should, still wanting
to believe I’m good.

As My Glory Fades: Haiku Lament

As my glory fades,
I struggle, then realize:
It was never mine.

How can and should I/
show respect to someone who/
doesn’t respect me?

Stop mind reading God.
Ask what you should do, and how.
He’ll tell you. Then, do.

Creativity
would boom if I wrote thoughts, not
social media*,

OR
Facebook and X posts

It’s the Ethan Fromme
of it all I never saw
coming, but who does?

When we stop doing/
Martha work and focus on/
Celestial, we grow.

When you have to say
hurtful things, you should publish
them privately.

What if, for a year,/
I did everything as soon/
as I was inspired?

Out with my paintbrush
finding pawpaw pollen. Once

you see gold, it clicks.

At the request of a #PawpawFanatic on Facebook, I followed up with a limerick:

Telling pawpaw gender is easy

if you look when it’s not breezy.

Glance at a bloom when it’s still.

You won’t get a thrill,

but the males will make you sneezy.