Hard Labor
On unsteady feet
he shuffles through the kitchen
preparing for work.
His eyes no longer shining.
I see the toll of labor,
body and mind,
overworked at the mills
where there is no rest.
It’s not worth it for that wage.
My love, please quit ... or get fired!
Moonlight
viscous moonlight
fresh milk poured over the land
nourishes the soul
softly iluminating
a heart's darkest corners
One More
This last hour
is all that seperates us,
and seems unending,
But for you, I would wait
beyond death
Her
Green silk bathrobe,
Flutterd to the floor,
Discarded.
She had taught me how to eat
oysters without spilling a drop.
Alas, she taught more.
Like the feeling of growing
a p a r t
(I sometimes try combining a tanka and a haiku. Let me know if you think it worked!)
Haunted House
My mind
is a haunted house
but, it is mine.
Spare me your concern!
From ghosts we have much to learn.
That's why I keep the hearth lit,
invite them here with me to sit.
Never so frightening by firelight,
as when hidden in shadow by the night.
They each have stories to tell,
this I've learned very well.
What they wanted, in a word,
was quite simply to be heard.
And so, we live in harmony,
my ghastly friends and me.