Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
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Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
Tag Archives: loss
Friendship
Despite my darkest
moods you reach out, take my hand,
and lead me toward hope.
Depression
Bright summer days no
friend to sadness. Solace lies
in winter’s dark chill.
Afterwards
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
Mortality
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
Respects
They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.
At 22
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.
Mike’s death
Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.
New Year’s Eve: things left undone
Now’s the time to look
back at what was forgotten
and recall with love.
Last day of the year
Where did they go? Wake.
Eat. Work. Pay bills. Each the same.
Days blink by, all gone.
a haiku a day 