A Few Haiku

. . . And other short poetry


Untitled Haiku

How I missed thee, sweet
Insomnia, my love, my
Savior, my poison.

Perhaps the ties that
Insist my freedom are those
I wish be broken.

A debatably
Twisted fortunality:
"Nice guys finish last."

"Inevitable,"
Peace accosts Upheaval, "is
The change we both fear."

An enclosure no
Greater can be constructed
Than one's very mind.

Multisyllabic,
Pronunciationally
Reproachable verse.

Perimeter pole
draped with heavy yellow tape.
There was no twelfth man.
19 November 1999


Serious Limericks

If ever the chance I obtain
To comfort this heart-wrenching pain,
May I always recall,
What I take return all,
And peace will my soul yet attain.

Alone, cold, afraid, and near broken,
In soft voice I hear my name spoken.
The fear melts away
To a glorious day . . .
My heart, but to be so awoken.

Other Limericks

An owl, a skunk, and a mouse
Got loose yesterday in my house.
Not worried I was
Quite simply because
A very few words rhyme with "elephant."


Named Poems

Perched on a Ledge

I am.
Perched on a ledge.
My thoughts I cry aloud
Yet they cannot pierce the stiff air.
The sounds of the violent world impact
Upon my ears, its sights upon my bloodshot eyes.
Ultimate fate approaches; I am powerless
To merely defend my own fleeting life.
A solitary dilemma
Awaits: Shall I end it?
Perched on a ledge.
Alone.

The Trap

A wolf caught in the vicious jaws of an ancient iron trap
Her silver fur matted by blood and sweat
Covered in rust from her wicked captor
Dirty from her struggles to escape
Wet with her tears
And mine

I did not set this trap
But I knew it was there
Had I not mentioned it
Had I trusted she would avoid it on her own
Had I let her discover it and learn its terrible potential
I would not have pushed her in

Now she stares back at me
Her dark eyes wild with pain and fear and hate
She growls when I approach her
Her teeth are sharp and indiscriminant
To fall victim to her terror might ease my suffering
But not hers

The pain blinds her to her memories
So much we had fought and overcome before
Dissolved now in a panic of confusion
Her trust in me toppled and scattered in fragments around us
Again I am a stranger
I must wait for her

She can learn again to trust me
And all I can do now is hope
Hope she will trust me once more
Hope she will let me help her
Hope she will be strong enough alone until I can
Hope that someday she will even remember me

And if that day arrives she will let me near
Near enough for me to release her from the trap
To go wherever she pleases
Her fear will drive her away when she is free
Her fear will remain powerful
I shall wait but no longer as a stranger

She will search again for her trust in me
And again I will hope
Hope she will trust me once more
Hope she will let me help her
Hope she will be strong enough alone until I can
Hope that someday she will even remember us

And when that day arrives she shall return to me
Near enough for us to tend to our wound
For I too am trapped

03 June 1999

Real

"Are you real?" I asked her.
A pause.
"Yes," she said reassuringly.
Another pause, and I heard myself ask,
"How can I know?"
But the question wasn't real either.

5 November 2001