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family Haiku Poems Poetry

A gentle rhythm

Inhale, exhale, and repeat

Stave off all that’s bad

It’s so hard to start

But the pounding of my feet

And the sweat dripping

Keeps me sane

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Current Events family Haiku Poems Poetry

Cliff’s Edge

Watching her healing

Is terribly frightening

It’s like when a child

Gets close to an edge

You want to snatch them up and

Hug them tight to you

So you’re never scared

But, that’s the problem…you see

Because the healing

Is not about me

She has to heal for herself

All I do is watch

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Haiku parenting Poems Poetry

Scar

Hard work is not done

In the moments or seconds

That come after pain

No, hard work is done

In the smile of encouragement

The breath of patience

The tears of frustration

Hard work is not just blood or sweat

Those are momentary…

Fleeting

Hard work is done

In the creation of the scar

And the faded memory it becomes

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Climate Haiku Poems Poetry

Chasing Sunsets

My car climbs the road

To find a spot over the trees

And all the houses

Just to catch a glimpse

Of fraying clouds burnished gold

Slashed over mountains

A sunset, bright and bleeding

It’s a reminder

Things that might seem torn

Or damaged or shredded

Are still achingly beautiful

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family Haiku Poems Poetry

Inevitable

Inevitable.

A word we use

And we overuse

Inevitable

We say; knowing that our friend

(Who’s boyfriend we don’t like, by the way)

Had a stormy break up

It’s never surprising

It’s inevitable

When a perfect movie star

Gives birth to the most perfect baby

Who’s perfect silver spoon lands them

Directly in trouble…

and it’s filmed.

Inevitable.

When the earth makes another trip around the sun

And the morning stretches and the night yawns

And it happens again

And again

Until you’ve seen 10,000 new days.

Except. It’s not. Inevitable

That the clouds will fray at the edges with that shade of pink blush from your mothers fake leather make-up bag

That same shade you’d smear on your finger and pat on your cheek until you’d made a hole in the powder.

And is now inexpertly lighting up the western sky with the same bright intensity as a two year old in her mother’s

Cheap fake leather make-up bag

It’s not inevitable

That the stars will look like that Pearl necklace of your grandmas that night in eighth grade some boy named…

Brandon

Kisses your cheek during the firework show at a theme park.

No.

Because it is not.

Inevitable.

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Tempests

A day so vibrant and bright

Darkened by memories

Shimmering, swirling, with violent might

So contrary

To the work I’ve done

To ensure the future sun