Dark Morning

Dark Morning

“… Like images in a puddle bent / Projected from the night.”

The misty morning haze
Paints thinly my coat
But kisses wetly my face
Unwelcome & contrite

And quite like a fuzzy mote
In the vision of the day
Floats dejectedly the sun
A lazy leak of light

And trees on the horizon
Hue muted & translucent
Like blue veins under pale skin
Rise then vanish from sight

And that dreary sun’s ascent
Queer’ seems to darken the day
Like images in a puddle bent
Projected from the night

 

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Bent Spines

I have noticed as of late
How drinking tea and reading
Does not simple leisure make

If using one hand for sipping,
The other, a sort of weight
To keep the pages from flipping—

It is a TASK to do both!
With a cup hot and brimming
And a book thicker than most

For ev’ry distracted gaze,
When paused or too engrossed,
Chances a spill or stained page

So I admit to the crime—
Condemned by all a book sage—
Of putting bends in the spines

“The RISK! Lost chapters!” you gasp,
“Unbound by severed glued lines!”
To your awe, I answer that:

Yes, it gives me liberty
To leave my book lying flat
As to have two hands for tea!

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100 Days of Haiku [91-100]

Day 91:

Desk by the window
Splashes, speckles, gold decay
Words fueled by autumn

Day 92:

Ripping sealed stitches
Lying with you when I know
You still think of her

Day 93:

Textures over plains
Yellow light over harsh whites
Change and some constants

Day 94:

Wake to your soft lips
Pink, breathing—my own waiting
Kiss your stubbled jaw

Day 95:

Write one last poem
For me—for her—for to know
You love me no more

Day 96:

Prepare. Perfection.
I will meet her once again
And devour her

Day 97:

Someday you will see
This was never about you
It was always pride

Day 98:

I hoped to see you
I donned my most flattering
Shapes and shades and sway

Day 99:

What are promises
If they are but mere habits
Dispassionate tricks

Day 100:

One-hundred haikus
I should feel quite accomplished
Yet I feel empty

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100 Days of Haiku [81-90]

Day 81:

I knew that today
Would constitute me
Baking my own cake

Day 82:

All my belongings
Have become yours, of your house
Of your sole pleasure

Day 83:

Food—self-inflicted
Weight, a further depression
Upon my burdens

Day 84:

Day seeps through my lids
Happy Anniversary
I hope we make it

Day 85:

He used to see me
Take my photo, capture me
A sight worth saving

Day 86:

Oh, God of Mercy
I give you ev’ry part of me
Though there’s not much left

Day 87:

There! See that glimmer
In the distance, on the line
We call that thing hope

Day 88:

Here, how could they know
What I am capable of?
Repetitious this

Day 89:

Raw lips chatter words
How many times I tell you
Will it ever change

Day 90:

I awoke naked
Radiant warmth at my back
A mass—naked, too

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100 Days of Haiku [71-80]

Day 71:

The pine needles fall
Like fragments of memory
From much simpler times

Day 72:

The house stands alone
In shade of tall, aging pines
In light of my dreams

Day 73:

I see my life here
Visions of could-be’s haunt me
Ghosts in the corners

Day 74:

My mind: the children
Running through speckled sunbeams
Falling in my arms

Day 75:

I see the porch swing
Through the white kitchen window
My husband reading

Day 76:

I will paint the rooms
Strew our art & sound about
Make it come alive

Day 77:

E’er—’til the end—
I will not believe that this
Is unrequited

Day 78:

How can you view them
And your heart not swell with want
For the joys they have?

Day 79:

I’ll wait forever
A vampire at your door
Invite me inside

Day 80:

A thousand miles
We both feared, for we both knew
Our joy waits elsewhere

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100 Days of Haiku [61-70]

Day 61:

He can’t say the words
I banished them from his lips
Until he means it

Day 62:

I miss my kindred
Years now I have been unknown
Years more I shall be

Day 63:

Curls, teeth, fairy laughs–
Does she know of the Siren?
How well she wrecked you

Day 64:

It is amazing
How beautiful she becomes
When sure she is loved

Day 65:

Is it truly so?
“Better to have loved & lost”
When loss would kill me

Day 66:

West Wind, sustain me
Bring me back to the breath-source
Cover me in pine

Day 67:

Words in the Beginning
Spoken birthed the Universe
And flowed ever since

Day 68:

You are in ev’ry
Memory that I possess
That I care to keep

Day 69:

My fear prevents me
From laying even one brick
On life’s foundation

Day 70:

Late to my party
Sorry – But I have been dead
Asleep in my soul

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100 Days of Haiku [51-60]

Day 51:

“The leaves are turning.”
People say that ev’ry year.
“No, they are dying.”

Day 52:

Thirsty for crisp air
My face and my words quickly
Slipping through the door.

Day 53:

Read your letters
I have saved since August First
Your love might return

Day 54:

Between wake & sleep
Visions of my final nod
Seem almost welcome.

Day 55:

The bark on the trees
Matches the shade of decay
​On the once green leaves.

Day 56:

Only Elderly
Keep Tums & Melatonin
Perched at their bedside.

Day 57:

Sore throat—my excuse
To speak only the vital
To ignore you more.

Day 58:

To them share your pain
It is glorious, the weight
That lifts from your soul.

Day 59:

My greatest pleasure
Is to vision the birth of
Your envy for me.

Day 60:

Enchanted orchard
With rows of ripe fruit so sweet—
And he the sweeter.

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100 Days of Haiku [41-50]

Day 41:

Headlights, glowing dreams,
Fading in the darkness ‘hind.
They’ll never catch me.

Day 42:

I have accepted;
Sleeping will always seem such
A waste of my time.

Day 43:

Sharp pangs of panic
Consume my chest, choke my mind.
My hold on life slips.

Day 44:

I submit, smile,
Desperate to obtain the
Conjugal lodestone.

Day 45:

Didn’t quite love you,
But perhaps I should have tried;
I love him too much.

Day 46:

I reek of fried food.
There is meat under my nails–
You should hire me.

Day 47:

I worship her, the
Overexaggerated
Perfection, the myth.

Day 48:

Demented passion–
Capable of in one’s youth–
Is yours remembered.

Day 49:

A whisper to you:
Carry me into your home.
Keep me forever.

Day 50:

I am not a sun.
All my life I’ve pretended.
I don’t make my light.

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