A stirring week of fortune has left me creatively bankrupt.
I seek home and the familiar places of solace.
Yet it has been some time since I knew this place on a map.
Perhaps I could sit here a bit and ponder
or walk along this road till I come upon something
under a great tree
maybe he will entice me to sit and chat
in the chapel alone with my thoughts free from
obligation and left only to newly remodeled creative space
sun shines brighter than
neon and for a much longer
period of lifetimes
Dear Adventurers and New Readers - On Sundays at TBA we do Haiku. The theme this week is part 2 of my Hipstamatic series in the old drug store. Please enjoy and feel free to share Haiku of your own in the comments.
Maybe I should
read this thought the author as he
snapped the photo
fleeting memories
of the day she fell hard and
took him with her
even brand new she
knew there was no market for her
wares in an unhappy place
ice skating over
the rabble of life we take
for granted the meek
stick'em up he said
becoming the violent man
on his 5th birthday
kind of like a barber
useful to an entire generation
now alone and shelved
crayons always drift
from box to box and sometimes
we find one we like
cowboys and indians
we learned this game long ago when
hate was not even known
loud is an emotion
one that stays with us and begs us
to get louder still
the fuel cells ready
the heat source coming to bear
death makes its rounds
funny even the saver
cannot be the savior as the sweet
moves to savory
a kite fight for life
on its flight filled with strife makes
one last swoop over him
he was scared as they
laid him on the table to insert the sheath
and wire to his heart
racism comes in many shapes
colors and flavors with no stone
left to turn away
diarrhea was
just a fact of life he thought turning
the capsule on a pink cocktail
on the runway there
is not time to consider the glue options
for pinning a stray breasts
presidents and their
wives must not know the reasons
they are not always loved