These poems often do not match the strict requirements of a haiku which needed to be matched to the way the English language uses syllables. In addition, a particular focus on the seasons is often used. For me, I felt it was most important to capture a moment, an singular experience. Perhaps, I should have called these haiku-like poems.
The poetry collection begins next...
Thinking about Lynn:
Watching the sun set
in my eyes
in her eyes.
Thinking about Celta
Her voice on the phone
I tremble.
Thinking about Celta again:
Walking hand-in-hand
feeling cotton's warmth
against my bare arm.
The next few are about my love for either Lynn or Celta and related experiences.
In the moonlight
waves
from
waves
Bare trees on a silent night
like my memories of her
and love itself.
Naked exposed trees
my wounds
of the past.
Silent winter night
the sound of waves
the comfort of her arms.
Feeling numb
my face where
tears have frozen.
Curled up like an infant
alone
remembering her.
The memory of her voice
indistinct like the sound of waves
takes my breath away, still.
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What Really Matters: Poems About Love, Loss, & Trauma
PoetryThis is a collection of poems inspired by love, loss of love, and other tragic and traumatic events that began in late July of 2000 - so some poems are about love and others about the loss of that love. This is my autobiography in poetry form. I had...
