Haiku 39

the crack of your laugh
like sun shining bright and warm
I bask in the glow

The Wolf waits

That pain in your head. That biting within.

The wolf is inside you. Watching, waiting.

She is protector, lover, fighter.

She is strong. She is wild. She is fear.

She is waiting. For you.

Waiting to be free.

Thread

The moon was low. She could see it hanging, dropping at an angle.

It had been like that for a day now. The end dipping.

She had observed it carefully, watched it getting lower. Sagging under its weight.

She reached for her needle. Plucked the starlight.

Delicately she thread the eye. Deftly stitched the moon in place.

Fixed the broken night.

Hushed…

Broken watch

It sits in a drawer, yet hasn’t worked for years. Still it’s there, I hear it ticking, though it makes no sound. You gave me your time, our time, and I can’t just throw it away.

Staring at the sky

You smile, a slice of bright in the darkness.
But, always that shadow nearby, waiting to turn.

Haiku 38

see the pen rolling,
blindly running, no idea
it’s about to fall

Vowels and the rest

Words, like these, but not. Same shapes, different meanings. These letters I love turned. These letters I loved bleed.

Saturated.

Today I heard your voice…

your words float like soft music,
a melancholy melody running through
my heart.