Pigeon
Iridescent form
Held captive in winter's wind-
Startles me driving.
Mother
Coffee spills, dirty
Trails in a worn life carpet-
Wiping my two feet.
Me
Green stuffed chair holds me
Rose garden afghan covers you-
winter regression.
Thoughts
Daylight reveals dust
Particles moving-light beam
Through a midnight dawn.
Your Amends
NO TIME NO HEART NO
WORDS NO EXPLANATIONS NO
COMMUNICATION
My Son
17 pounds, night sweats
Anxiety and nausea-
Scars on mom's conscious
Ennui
Empty of feeling
Boredom ticks, reality show-
Magnifies distance.
Conversation
Switch places said words
Assume another's position
Exchange meaning
Promises
No poem for sarah
Your letters were never written-
Being a Haiku.
Monday, January 14, 2013
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