Haiku Vivant
spices, herbs, spirits //
isn’t life sensational? //
it all comes from dirt //
spices, herbs, spirits //
isn’t life sensational? //
it all comes from dirt //
that moment between //
“i like you” and “i love you” //
our fingers linger //
feeling somewhat scared //
being my own whole person //
eyes intent on joy //
When I think ‘grounded’, I never anticipate the fall. Soft under your fingertips, held with grace, your single eye freckle, …
my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …
A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. …
endlessly giving //
surefire fruitless voyage //
no, keep your cup full //
small secret smiles//
feelings full of words unsaid//
connection fleeting//
in a three wish world//
i’d refuse to spend any//
on me, for your sake//
midsummer sunbeams //
stark amidst dappled shadows //
kicking dust skyward //
life’s daily choices //
in pursuit of remembrance //
fighting dying light //
dull ache of the soul//
carried far against all odds//
breathing, step by step//
in the immense void
a serendipitous mote
of blue liquid life
waves crashing ashore
tumbling smoothed stones and seaglass
gentle ebb and flow
inky clouds rumbling
under tin roof, tension soothed
nestled close with you
synchronous patterns
natural helter-skelter
harmonized chaos
overcast shadows
inky doldrums mollified
shimmering brilliance
dirty fingernails
smoothing over soft tilled earth
clear mind, light shoulders
sporadic stormclouds
blotting out my vantaged view
step by step we walk
fragile budding growth
trembling in the crisp spring rain
strength gleaned through peril
lifelong dreams fulfilled \\
nestled close, your warm embrace \\
dearest to my heart \\
on warm muggy days
thoughts stray to misty mornings
beauty in rainfall
boundless horizons
staring out from a dark room
shutters thrown open
anvil laden soul
unravelling ribboned thoughts
relief in deep breaths
capitalism
paper exchanged for ground bones
bootstrap exhaustion
slurried clouds float by
sun shafts coaxing me skyward
my body grounded
amidst black despair
our minds eye remembrance fogs
light always within
fleeting feathered streaks
milieu awareness unmatched
perching languidly
salacious words born
from the minds of little men
an acrid mouthfeel
radiant sunlight
warming me with happiness
cold long forgotten
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