Tag Archives: hurting
Heavenly Confirmation Of My Path: Revolutionary ConTexting Haiku
I doubted my path
’til I looked skyward and saw
Orion. All’s right.*
OR
I doubted my path
’til I looked skyward and saw
my guide, Orion.
Non-read Response = Nothing to Say: Iambic IM Poem Lament
She’s got nothin’ to say.
In my loneliness I can tell,
I’m under her spell,
But her checkmark is grey.*
[*Facebook instant messenger has a blue check when the message is read, a grey check when it hasn’t been read.]
Looking Back Lamentation
Today
I dusted off my writings,
walked through decades
of thought,
broken hearts,
emotions plus and minus.
Today
I gathered observations,
some of my best wonderings
from wanderings.
Bemused,
I smiled and grimaced
at both the genius
and the foolish silliness
that my fingers
had pounded or caressed
out of a dozen keyboards.
Mostly,
I question
not what I wrote,
nor that I wrote,
but what happened?
Why have I —
my fingers,
my mind,
my soul,
my heart —
gone
cold and silent?
This question perplexes me,
yet does not need to be answered.
The why
is not as important
as the turning from it,
the change,
the regeneration
of the creative flame.
The moving on.
The how?
I’m doing it now.
Tough It Out Poet: Revolutionary Haiku
Your back may scream in /
agony, but poetry /
needs to be written.*
(or)
screams to be written.
Why Do I Go? – IMprov Haiku
Why do I go to/
places where folks insult and/
hurt me? That’s just dumb.
OR
hurt me? That’s stoooopid.
Becoming An Empath: Haiku
an empath, feeling so deep/
what folks feel? Now what?
an empath, feeling deeply/
what folks feel? Now what?
Bad Memory Updated: Haiku
Different Angst Fear: Haiku
Before, I had angst/
to reach out my hand. Now, I/
fear op’ning my mouth.