Sunday, March 9, 2014

All (a 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 poem)

If I had an older brother than me, you see,
He would have told me this feeling comes naturally.
I cannot say what I feel (I’m afraid)
My eager arms are all but stayed,
By the thoughts in my head,
Which need to be said,
But they can’t be,
Can’t be free.
Willing heart.

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Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...