A Blind Beggar’s Song

Yours is happinessYours, the sun itself, blindingthis poor beggar's eyes I must look awayMust not bring myself to cryany more in shame But, oh, shame and loveare two sides of the lone coinin my begging bowl So what do I do,as I raise my arms to loveknowing I'm unseen? I must stop seekingwhat is yours,…

Advertisement

Séances

1 My eyes droop with the heaviness of my sins and times laid bare in séances that compelled forth reminiscences. They filled each one, the empty chairs placed in the grand hall for the dead to fill "Come sit with me", someone said, and I laid bare my all, in memories. One by one recollecting…

Many years

Many years I've lostharbouring hope like a babytoo long in the comingbut nurtured and cared for each day, each nightwith more love than thatthe preceding dawn only to be greeted stillborn Many years I've lostMany years I've losta meek, docile lambtoo easily led, too caringto run away from the pen where each day new icy…

Hunter (haiku)

The hunter does notshoot to miss the mark. His eyes disarm the prey first. ©

Red Flag

There's a price one paysfor believing in true lovedespite dark red flags ©