Yearning Returning: Rhyming Haiku

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.

So This Is The New Year: Haiku

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?

The Zen of garden

hand watering only works

when you remember.

When we fear bad that/

could be, we miss out on the/

amazing that is.

Another man’s voice
droans through her headphones. There’s no
time for pillow talk.

You know what to do?
Then run the plot line and just
leave out the fight scenes.

Maybe I was the

small fish in a big pond, but

now I’m just flopping.

When you shift the vibe/
and frequency of one thing,/
more change is frequent.

One frequency and /
vibe change may frequently shift/
many other thing, too.