“Hawk”
Rooftop gatherings
make for convenient store fronts
for small publishers.
Steve D
Category: Poetry
Misplaced Missive #18 – Too Much
Hello darkness, my old friend…
I would die for your slightest whim,
And I don’t care if it’s a sin.
Ask me to Sink or Ask me to Swim. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #18 – Too Much”
Haiku Sunday – Lake
“Lake”
Early yellow light
brightens over the ripples,
throwing fleeting calm.
Steve D
Misplaced Missive #15 – Expect The Worst; Hope For The Best
Oh wow. Ok, this is a strange one to look back on: this was my first attempt at playing with set structure. Notice the 4 – 6 – 4 – 6 – 4 line count of the stanzas. I think I tried this out a fair bit after this one, too, but it’s weird to be faced with the original.
One bad decision; One wrong choice
Followed by another and others,
Pointed out by faltering conscience.
Will it even bother? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #15 – Expect The Worst; Hope For The Best”
Misplaced Missive #17 – Permanence
I don’t know how to tell you:
How this reads wrong.
You’re expecting something forever long,
Something permanent carved in fate,
But I don’t want the same.
It’s not my name
Engraved beside yours. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #17 – Permanence”
Haiku Sunday – Humid
“Humid”
Moisture weighs over,
sqeezing the air like a sponge,
and the showers come.
Steve D
Misplaced Missive #12 – Knowing
Even though this is listed as number 12, this is the real first missive. I wrote a letter to a good friend after finding out a dangerous secret when we were 15 or 16. Once I had crumbled the loose-leaf I had been carefully wording my concerns on, and resigned myself to silence, I broke out a five star spiral notebook and scribbled this out a handful of pages in. It’s 12 only in that that was how many pages I buried it into the notebook that would soon become the home of all 215 misplaced missives.
What I really want to say to you,
I know I can never say.
It would break you to know,
And it would break me to say. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #12 – Knowing”
Misplaced Missive #11 – Your Poem
I wrote you a letter the other day.
It sits in a notebook tucked out of the way.
I wish I was daring enough to send it,
But I fear if I do, everything will change. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #11 – Your Poem”
Haiku Sunday – Goals
“Goals”
Overtaking life,
on the cusp of achievement,
until time is up.
Steve D
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