Be afraid.
Ritual 10-12-01
A flaunt of feathers
And a show of strength.
You give me
Preconstructed intellect
In words looked up
This morning
At breakfast.
Is it mating season already?
#5 1-16-01
Looking at your face
Makes my still heart hemorrhage
Because I love you
That one was a school assignment. I gave my teacher fits by putting hemorrhage in a haiku
Mom's poem 3-14-02
I catch myself, extending an arm
To keep stationary.
I catch my breath, holding it in
To fight off the dizziness.
Light-headed from worry and hesitation
I realize the wall I grasp for support
Is nothing
And I wonder;
Why am I holding my breath
When I could be holding you?
Mom requested I write a poem for her wedding and that's what came out.
