Always the tallest
Last one picked as a partner
A true wallflower
No one was unkind
The sad faces, exhaled sighs
Though, told the story
I so loved to dance
Had rhythm enough to spare
Oh, to be chosen
Dancing Alone
Tag: haiku
Drinking and Dancing
A day, one minute
They’re both the same without you
Time shuffles along
One beer becomes three
Each sip brings a memory
Sure wish you were here
I dance alone some
Waltzing around the kitchen
Clutching a shadow
Tight Writing
Words packed together
Like so many canned sardines
Every image counts
I ramble ‘round, though
A hop scotching, dream seeker
Angling for a point
Compare and contrast
The tight writer and the mess
Focused or fuddled
Look Out Below
Underneath it all
Down where the anglerfish live
Time stands almost still
No wind, no tossed waves
Just days of isolation
And gullible prey
Below the surface
In the realms where no sun shines
Light attracts, light kills
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These Old Hands
Scarred and sun damaged
Blue veined, yet not delicate
These old hands still care
Freckled pale fingers
Smooth, unpolished, unshaped nails
These old hands still love
Life lines and heart lines
Have diminished over time
These old hands endure
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Shelter in Place Haiku
Alone, together
We play at isolation
Without a game plan
The ground rules have changed
Practice social distancing
For the greater good
In this brave new world,
Every minute a bell tolls
We listen alone
A Facebook friend said she needed sheltering-in- place haikus. I was happy to oblige.
Loves Me; Loves Me Not
Petals plucked in time
He loves me; he loves me not
Anticipating
Seek daisy’s wisdom
But choose your flower wisely
Odd numbers suffice
A garden’s bounty
Yields answers; questions results
How dare blossoms lie?
(After I published this I looked back in my archives and discovered another poem I’d written with the same title. The original is better, I think, but it made me laugh. It was bound to happen sooner or later.)
Gray
Monochromatic
This love child of black and white
A color between
I bathed in gray skies
Then wandered on white beaches
Draped in cotton robes
In this universe
Gravity takes the shape of gray
All things fall to earth
Peace, people.
Who Goes There?
Interloping man
Creeping ’round my craggy lair
Shaking in your boots
Sir, you seem my type
Quite crispy on the outside
Moist in the middle
You smell of cold fear
And yet still you venture forth
Brave fools taste good, too.
Encounter
“Pray for me,” she said
Tracks of tears in her makeup
Scabbed tracks on her arms
We prayed together
While shoppers bustled about
Her hands grasping mine
Out of my depth there
Unbalanced by her need
One of us could drown
Praying for Eyebrowz 