We once had a dream
Outrageous and oh so near
The heavens stretched wide
Malignant fears grew
With a pen’s stroke, hope seemed dashed
Editing lives
Calling on giants
Defend these youthful dreamers
These Americans
Category: Haiku
Light
A matter of time
Everything boils down to this
All things fall away
Raging storm, dark clouds,
Nothing will last forever
Light permeates all
Dreamers, hold on,
We promise to fight for you
Looking for that light
Totem
Totem pole bottom
Weighed down by crows and warriors
View never changes
Lofty intentions
Brought low by circumstances
Hardly moving up
Change doesn’t come
He remains the same old wolf
Underneath it all
Who Indeed?
Who would she have been
Rooted in the old home soil
Victim or victor
How life has changed her
Honed and toughened, awakened
She’s nobody’s pawn
There are those who prey
Others seek in vain to shame
Who would she have been?
Risk vs. Reward
She’s not bullet proof
But neither is she fragile
Words wound, but don’t kill
Risk versus reward
Glomming onto a spotlight
Falling in shadows
She could double down
Accelerate the damage
Or wave a white flag
Gathering Storm
We watched clouds gather
Towering over us all
Menacing columns
Shelter from chaos
Hold tightly to those you love
As the storm rages
Tides will rise and fall
Through every challenge, seek light
Never doubt your strength
We had quite a few family members and friends in the path of Hurricane Harvey this weekend. I’ve sent up countless prayers and will continue doing so, but know that prayers aren’t enough unless we help out in material ways. I hate the feeling of helplessness such storms bring.
Eating Our Own
Look at her, would you?
She’s a tart, such a wanton
Easily seduced
Mind that one as well
Such a prude, still a virgin
She’s never been kissed
Morsel by morsel
We devour our own sisters
Judgement swift and harsh
Sighs
Sighs
By Leslie Noyes
Whisper on the wind
Exhale an aggravation
The universe hears
Barely audible
A cry of untold anguish
Stifled, but still felt
Her sighs have meaning
As conduits for her pain
He misreads them all
The Meaning of Life
The Meaning of Life
By Leslie Noyes
We serve as witness
No more, no less, bearing weight
Of life’s existence
That’s why we remain
When those we love cease to be
We serve as witness
When my time here ends
Serve as my witness; I lived
I can ask no more
Cat Dancing
Dancing in the light
Cats watch from their safe spaces
Their crazy human
Sway to the music
Now observe my nimble feet
And salsa with me
Cool cat on the floor
Tango, flamenco, olé!
No lessons required
Every morning I dance around my bedroom while the cats watch in either fascination or revulsion. Sometimes I swoop in and bring one or another along on my wild pagan romp. They endure the experience with a stoicism the ancient Greeks would have admired. Here’s my actual cat, Patches, watching my dance routine:
Praying for Eyebrowz 