The Key

The Key

Sore knees kneeling
Inside darkened doorways,
Pants worn to threads,
Back aching bending,
Peering through the keyhole
To see the world outside.
Pure light stinging,
Eyes tearing,
Cannot look away,
Trying to piece together
What is on the other side.
Family and friends
Huddled behind you
Watching puppet shadows
On the wall.

Open the door
—You’ve always had the key—
Sunlight warm,
Pure, blinding, hurting,
Don’t recoil, or turn away,
Stand; face the day,
Open the shades,
Fill the house with light.


Original keyhole image is by Storye Book. It was found at WikiMedia Commons  & modified by myself using Photoshop.

Confusion (Tanka)

Heated arguments
Opinion and fact confused
Divisions run deep
Opinions informed by facts
Facts changed to fit opinions


This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: HEAT & CONFUSE

Living (Haiku)

Green leaf canopy
Wild nature living; thriving
Peaceful stillness flows


This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: CALM & WILD. I substituted “stillness” for “calm.”

Into the Woods

For Henry David Thoreau


Live life deliberately,
Minute by minute
Day by day,
Mindful of every moment
From birth to ultimate decay.

Don’t be distracted
By trivialities, luxuries;
Empty goals for which the desperate strive,
And realize at the graveyard gate
That you were never truly alive.


Melody in the Mist (Tanka)

The art of living
In sync with our true nature:
A good flow of life
A melody in the mist
The symphony of the soul.


This is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge 41 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: MUSIC & ART. I subsituted “Melody” & “Symphony” for “Music.”

In the Air (Haiku)

Sweet smell of flowers
Seasoning the air
Cool breeze through the trees.


My response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 40 – SUGAR & SPICE. I subsituted “Sweet” and “Seasoning” for “Sugar” and “Spice.”

Would anyone Notice?

Would anyone notice
If I just disappeared?

If my voice grew silent,
Words stopped flowing,
Notebooks unwritten,
Poems un-posted.

Facebook, Twitter un-updated,
No pictures, no quotes,
No retweets, likes, or replies.

Would anyone notice
If I just wasn’t here?

No non-committal nods
In the corridor at work.
No awkward small-talk
In the lunchroom.
No pretending interest or concern.

Would anyone notice
If I just disappeared?



True liberty lies
In the cultivation of our best selves,
Free of chains,
Real, imagined, or immaterial.
Free to disobey
–To obey only the truth–
Obedience is enslavement
To someone else’s needs.


Quiet Desperation

Quiet desperation
Pressing down
Weighing on shoulders
Spirit cramping, muscle crushing
Promises of rewards
That may never come.

Working to survive,
Not to flourish,
Working for a future
You may not live to see.
Earn money to buy things
You were told could fill the voids.

Kept too busy by bourgeoisie billionaire banker masters
To even think.
For yourself,
About yourself,
To know what happiness truly is,
And what it requires.