In a tiny box in the sparest room
I happened upon a funny
Thin cigarette last week.
Brown colored, old but not any mold
How long can they last, myself I asked,
This one must be 22 years old.
How can I tell the age, you ask?
I changed partners in
My life dancing again then.
The former shared as we basked
The new one took me to task.
Who says we can’t hide our pasts?
This part of mine has hidden
Quietly in a little blue box
Waiting for me to claim it,
And maybe smoke or toke it
And let us hope not…
Want to go to space?
It’s closer and coming soon
I get so excited when I watch the new spaceship lift offs that travel just beyond the edge of outer space carrying real, live human beings.
I am one of the generations of Americans that held our collective breaths at every launch of our country’s first spacecraft. We watched astronaut John Glenn orbit the Earth in 1962. A few years later, Neil Armstrong, one of America’s fittest young astronauts, became the first human to walk on the moon.
When/if sadness and/grief
Rob/deaden your discipline and/or dedication
You might/must decide to quit, and/or retreat.
How/why do you go on and/or continue daily
If you’ve lost/set aside energy and/or hope
For the future/tomorrow?
How long will/may grief dominate and/or destroy
Who/what can relieve and/or overcome the pain?
Is/Isn’t this for God/Allah/the Oversoul/a Higher Power
One Week Later
Covid 19/coronavirus took/killed my older brother.
That evil/vicious virus
Struck/smote him in December
His painful/unexpected death
Was another preventable/unnecessary
Event/incident in overlong/endless 2020.
One Month Later
I speak in complete sentences now
Without hesitating on words to choose and…
Recently two friends and I stumbled upon the subject of religion as we were sharing things that happened to us when we were little girls.
None of the three of us attends any type of church now. None of us has much respect for organized religion.
As we shared experiences, we discovered that each of us had had some type of scary attention from a minster or an adult member of the churches we attended with our families.
We were lucky little girls. None of us was raped by an adult in our churches. …
All wars are the same
On the ground and at sky level too.
That’s where they’re fought,
Where soldiers, sailors,
Civilians and bystanders die
Hoping for life, but for too many
Their time to die comes due.
Vietnam took our young men
And a few young women as nurses
Some returned lifeless,
Whole or in pieces
In coffins for burial
In hometown ceremonies
My creative brain
Is telling me it’s on strike
Or broken, kinda
Today my local weather forecast is for severe thunderstorms to predominate. I already hear thunder in the distance, so the first storms must be firing up their energy engines. Call me a coward, a baby, a chicken — whatever you like, but I admit I do not like to hear thunder, even far away.
When the thunder roars, claps, and bangs to discharge the remaining energy from a hyper-powerful streak of lightning, you can find me lying in bed trying to read. No, I’m usually not reading. …
Some days Life gushes forth
Like a geyser. Maybe it always does
But our personal lives can’t see it,
Feel it, or keep pace with it.
Maybe the Powers that run the Universe
Know we humans spend much
Of our adult lives hiding exuberance,
Hiding from exuberance, from Life
Unfettered, from Life’s energy when uncapped.
No person, no matter how blessed by Fate
Escapes at least some episodes of cloudiness
And grief, even pain, often some illness.
From these travails we are taught to ignore
Present-day gushes of high energy and
To ponder protections from the next sadness.
If it’s true we attract more of what we give
Our attention to, why not give attention
Maybe we should shout this from the treetops
We’ve broken our Earth
Like a toy we’re tired of
Where will we live next?
You’ve chosen a good prompt for us, House of Haiku. There are so many possible choices to illustrate the meanings of the word broken, but to do so in a few syllables and words is challenging, so thank you for this.
Even though Global Warming’s horrors haven’t reached my home area yet except for hotter heat and higher humidity, it’s obvious it’s coming closer.
My heart breaks (is broken?) when I see how the spreading threat is…
Writing on whatever strikes my mood, from politics to humor (or a combination of the two), to spirituality, or whatever else shows up. Retired, not in retreat.