Monday, June 9, 2008


Some old poetry, now that I have a word processer installed on my mac...

critique welcome.

He wrote simple haiku
to make her believe
how much he loved her.
Comparing her to sunrises
and rain showers
and smiles.
She smiled
and loved back
until it hurt
until it withered
from the force
of her unbelieving.

He knew;
felt her trying
to believe in a love
that she was weaker than.
Diluted sunlight
reversed rainbows;
she could not
hold on hard enough
she could not push away
fast enough.

Her own haiku
melted into
too many syllables,
like these…
trying to speak words
that her lips
were never
made for.

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