Category: grief
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melancholy haiku
because we love, time doesn’t move in one direction it swirls and eddies 8-15-25
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Blue bloom
it does not take a bouquet to see beauty in a blue bloom open your eyes before you crush it under foot 8-11-25
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Tired of waiting
tired of waiting for light to reveal truths written with invisible ink I put on a blindfold and lie down for a nap 8-10-25
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Feels
to get out of your head you go out you get in your feels and leave early sadness is contagious why infect others? 8-9-25
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the crunch of haiku litter
in heat of summer last year’s harvest of brown leaves call remember me 7-25-25
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haiku of the leaf
caught in the moment between release from the twig and tumbling to ground 8-8-25
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Waiting
beyond the door of our house I sit in the shade on my right a small table, a bottle of water, a notebook, a book of poetry, a book of prayers bright green moss cushions my feet birds call from the woods the Tourettes hum of distant traffic palms turned skyward I’m waiting for healing…
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Frontlines
Some nights, I’m hunkered down in the bottom of a muddy trench facing an enemy I cannot see. My finger on the trigger firing at no one, everyone, anyone just trying to survive. 7-15-25
My husband's poetry 