I’m running on caffeine,
And bleeding whiskey.
My behavior is getting risky,
Will you miss me,
When I’m gone? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #168 – Caffeine and Whiskey”
Category: Poetry
Haiku Sunday NaNo 2017 Edition – Name
“Name”
Is your connection
to your ancestors defined
only by your name?
I completely forgot to announce the NaNo 2017 edition of Haiku Sunday! Just as I’ve done for NaNo 2015 and NaNo 2016, my weekly haiku throughout this November will be based on themes from my NaNo project, The Warden of Everfeld: Legacy. Continue reading “Haiku Sunday NaNo 2017 Edition – Name”
Moonlit Musing – Vulnerable
Surrender to the swell –
The crescendo of emotion,
In one moment focus,
On all the beauty and all the bad.
Let it rip you apart;
Let it put you together. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Vulnerable”
Misplaced Missive #149 – Faith
Single minded devotion,
Don’t question, just focus,
All your everything on,
Something that may not exist.
Blind faith is bliss,
How dare I doubt this? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #149 – Faith”
Haiku Sunday – Music
“Music”
Passing songs around
like melodious vignettes
of our cosmic dreams.
Steve D
Misplaced Missive #106 – Your Glass House
Cast your stones,
Your glass house,
Fell away long ago.
The sinner who fancies
Himself a saint,
Earns nothing but shame. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #106 – Your Glass House”
Haiku Sunday – Orchard
“Orchard”
Would orchard branches
tangle if not groomed, in rows?
Somehow, I think not.
Steve D
Misplaced Missives 14 & 84, And How They Came To Be
Generally, I’d prefer not to talk about what inspired me to write the missives. Most of them bubbled forth from religious doubt and self hatred and fears of growing up. Some are naturally darker than others… but they are not unique. Not in what they sprung from.
Recently, and not recently, stories have come to light about predators, protected by their power and by their peers, preying upon those who should have been able to trust them. People who failed so spectacularly to be decent human beings that there are no words to describe them.
They are not unique either. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives 14 & 84, And How They Came To Be”
Haiku Sunday – Autumn
“Autumn”
Grit and moisture cling,
“Dead leaves on the dirty ground, “
A chill tingles skin.
This song does not particularly remind me of autumn. I just liked that the line fit in seven syllables.
Steve D
Misplaced Missive #64 – F.A.M.I.L.Y.
You would turn me away,
Your own flesh and blood,
Because of something beyond my control.
So your gratitude and ignorant love,
Mean nothing, once the truth is told. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #64 – F.A.M.I.L.Y.”
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