“Singular”
Uncounted planets,
and yet we are the Only?
Credulity strained.
Steve D
Category: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Devon
“Devon”
Wood smoke soothes the chill
air weighed by rain not fallen,
a place I once knew.
Steve D
Misplaced Missive #129 – Obligation
Obligation born of necessity,
Is this destiny?
To be confined by lies,
Ever eager to confuse the ruse.
Ruthlessly use another,
To cover sinful secrets,
That partially put puzzling parts
Passed inspection. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #129 – Obligation”
Haiku Sunday – Peppercorn
“Peppercorn”
Earthy like autumn,
gin that chills and soothes, finished
with a summer’s bite.
My sister-in-law had a genius gift idea for me for Christmas this past year: infusion ingredients for gin. I got a box of eight different ingredients–herbs, flowers, spices, etc.–to infuse gin with. Best. Gift. Ever.
I love gin, and I love mixing up cocktails. The one pictured above is Hendrick’s gin (my personal favorite) infused with pink peppercorns. Notice how all the color leeched out of the peppercorns and tinged the gin. We have some other tasty concoctions aging in our liquor cabinet at the moment.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Universe
“Universe”
The unknowable
containing all knowledge, power.
Could that not be “God”?
Steve D
Misplaced Missive #170 – In Time
Even with this sinking depression,
I feel the rise of aggression
Towards you.
I need distance,
And a distraction,
Because for a fraction,
Of a second.
I thought I could count on you.
I was wrong.
And now I can’t forget
What it felt like to believe you
Better than you are. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #170 – In Time”
Haiku Sunday – Sludge
“Sludge”
Reality blurs,
muscles strain against quicksand,
trying to break free.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Stretch
“Stretch”
Final pennies strain,
ache for deposit relief.
Hold fast, little cents.
Steve D
Misplaced Missive #155 – Frustration
-I’m frustrated –
How to compensate for the failures of another,
The one you’ve chosen over every other?
How can I make you discover,
That their lack does not reflect back, on you?
How can I soothe your wounds,
When it is not my words you wish for? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #155 – Frustration”
Haiku Sunday – Off
“Off”
Off work, off kilter.
Days filled with uncertainty,
hoping for a call.
Steve D
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