A whole becomes halved and doubled,
With a single lie.
A truth more complicated
than math could prove to be.
She escaped a healthy relationship
into the wilds of addiction,
A decision that destroyed
and created in equal unpleasant measure. Continue reading “Moonlit Musing – Infidelity”
Tag: Poetry
Traveler’s Haiku – Appalachia
“Appalachia”
Smooth hilltops dusted
violet and amber – do they
know of our presence?
Jessie and I are passing through the beautiful Appalachians today after a fun night in Lexington, KY. To Baltimore!
Steve D
4.27.18 – Kansas
finite. small.
‘…everyone should feel small at least once in their lives…’
Is that the prize to be found in the heart
Of the Heartland?
Beyond sight in the endless stretch
Of more than out of reach,
But still less than nothing –
To see, to feel, to be –
Perspective is a gift, right?
bite-size. tiny.
…we are just a speck in the infinite…
Is it only by being little that we can try
to be big?
Powerful beyond measure,
Rest assured, it’s more
A fear than a present. Continue reading “4.27.18 – Kansas”
Traveler’s Haiku – BBQ
“BBQ”
Spicy barbecue
to help the plains of Kansas
roll by until dark.
Apologies for the late post. Jessie and I are currently in Central Kansas, trying to knock out the longest leg of this trip in one shot. Did I mention that we’re moving Jessie from Denver to Baltimore this weekend? Next stop: St. Louis!
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Garden
“Garden”
Piles of soil
finally put to good use
to grow hot peppers.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Spring
“Spring”
Grill smoke filters up
on a sun-warmed breeze, teasing
outdoor nights to come.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Fool
“Fool”
Tricksy winter sun
cannot convince me of spring’s
timid fits and starts.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Flurry
“Flurry”
Blustery breezes
carry flakes like tufts of thread,
and yet spring is here.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Pregnant
“Pregnant”
This is how I am
announcing to you all that
my wife is pregnant. Continue reading “Haiku Sunday – Pregnant”
Haiku Sunday – Creak
“Creak”
Invisible hands
knock on my house, reminding
how old its walls are.
Steve D

