searching

a senryu

everything happens
for a reason, it’s been said
still, I tread lightly

Mothers, I Celebrate You

The workaholic
Who never has enough sleep
Cares for everyone

Undeniable
My gift to you is this love
Your existence saves

Mothers, God bless you
You bloom when we all wither
Weeping willows sing


Happy Mother’s Day to those of you who are mothers, those of you mothering others who are not your own, caretakers and rescuers and do-gooders. Thank you for who you are and what you do. I celebrate you.

NaPoWriMo #28

Brought Back to Life (revised)

Sold into flames, fiery pits sing of the determination of willful souls that know only the battles of their homeland.

Dead then alive, then dead again, human resurrection; phoenixes preparing to soar, resisting the shackles weighing them down.

Is this life’s reward? Are we waiting
to be brought back to life
while we negotiate to live?

Are we?

NaPoWriMo #27

you–with your back to love (revised)

the sun does not care
for past inflictions of pain
it’s a love-bringer

you–your back to love
tell me that I’ve lost my spark
the sun says, “untrue”

I believe the sun
it can be trusted with love
my spark is revealed

you shout these untruths
hiding behind your hard heart
I see right through you

NaPoWriMo #26

Jernee, sitting in the car while I gathered our things so we could leave the Vet’s office.

Aging Has Its Place (a one-lined poem)

The cataracts have fully-formed, her hearing is sub-par, the cystic tumor on her back, right paw coupled with her age aren’t the best candidates for surgery, yet she continues to give me joy and affection on the roughest of days; she always forgets her pain for me.