once
the scent of amber
rose petals sprinkled on your chest
and beyond
heartsong offered
with daily gifts of poetry
or love stirred into two cups
with one spoon
once you sang to me
and i quivered
once
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lovers haiku
Source: piccsy.com via Kymberlee on Pinterest he kissed her truly she surrendered completely as the stars giggled A friend recently said he missed the grace of being kissed truly by another, open soul. This vulnerable offering opened my heart a little wider with recognition. I thought about the way I sometimes hold myself away from…
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a haiku for the equinox
light bursting through morning clouds an old crow flies past children’s sighs break through stillness
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an offering
No, sir, I am not interested in taking your survey. I am interested in taking my time. No, sir, I have no need to “get rich quick” unless it somehow comes through honey dripping slowing on my tongue and down my chin. No, sir, I have no desire to ACT NOW! For I am listening…
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morning haiku
fullness of ripe peach sunrise diamonds on window my tender heart open wide!
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saturated in amore [a moment of logos in the life of a wandering heart]
your three to my one the amber and the red twenty five cents and a vibrating tilt-a-whirl you spoke of carnivals and dark, dusty paths that lead to where we need to be (to peeking behind the boards where darts come towards our hearts) popcorn with truffle oil meaningless meetings and Hoffa screwing and killing…
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life is precious [or hold on to innocence]
When I was a child, I used to explore in the forest. Sometimes, I would run across a car with smashed windows. I would pick up the little pieces and keep them in my pockets like treasure. They were treasure to me. Earlier this week, I took the picture above in a parking lot where…
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