Hopes Fulfilled As Fingers Dance: Haiku

Words of Christ inspire.

Fingers dance across my back.

What I hoped for, is.

Wasting Expensive Foods: Haiku Lament

I love when folks make

Expensive foods and then I

Let them go to waste.

My inspired promise

languishes, unfulfilled, still.

I’ll start writing NOW.

As I read to learn

What to do, a prophet wrote

And gave me a clue.

I learn about my

biases, try to include

all, get excluded.

Writing a haiku/
on Kobayashi Maru/
is hard. Done. I won.

The empty, aching
yearns have returned. I’ve learned. I’m
past treading old paths.

The lonely, aching

Yearnings are returning. I’m/

past treading old paths.

This is the New Year:
A time i can choose to act,
be, and feel diff’rent.

Don’t invite me, and
don’t wait for me, chances are
we’ll both be alone.

we’ll end up alone.

What if, with the One’s
mirror gaze, we discover
we’re doing enough?

what more we could do?