Job Done #Haiku

Job Done

Sit and be inspired
When spring comes hard work begins
We read its poems

 

 

 

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Memories

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When we were a twinkle in the Gods’ eyes.  He would write, I would interject,  and still hate poetry.

Remember
when we strolled through the trees,
our breath mingling in the air,
kissing in the dark
like us?

The air wrapped around us like
your arms about
me.

Remember
when we wrote crappy poems,
our spirits connected once more,
expressing the feelings
inside us?

The words came alive though us
as we did when we could
be.

Remember
when we danced in the rain,
our hearts singing to be there,
exploring the world
around us?

Soaked by spirits
that came to us.
We saw through them to
see.

Remember
when we watched the sunrise,
our bodies warm and tired in bed,
imagining the new day
before us?

Lazy sunlight wakened us
and shone on thoughts that broke
free.

Remember
when I told you I love you,
my being happy at last
delighting and revelling
in all of you?

Remember?

I remember there is an us,
and love enough from both,
a we.

And remember the future
and the memories still unwritten,
our pages blank
wanting and waiting
just for us.

I will remember to write,
and fill the spaces
just for us

 

Hark!

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Stark strangers loiter to scavenge thoughts once hid;
both now bustle briskly under this fair poplar

my muse, she blows keenly to rustle up these tired
parchments – not scratched e’er since autumn

closed its eyes to shades of green. Before I woke
under dreaming spires, I wrote a sonnet for you.

Me thinks to keep it safe in heart, away from her prying eyes
and strangers’ judgement, at least until summer comes.