Hope Haikus

Don’t stop believing

Another corner awaits

Rainbows have an end.

Constantly yearning

They say the hardship does end

A broken heart mends.

Dragonflies and You

Kisses, hugs and smiles

A delicious afternoon

Spending time with you.

Cloudless sunny sky

Relaxing on a hilltop

Dragonflies zip by.

AS FOR LETTING GO

“If you love me say you love me

But if you don’t just let me go.”

Well George, it’s not that easy

As you and I both know.

It’s possible to love someone

And words may never show

How full this depth of love

Will always be and grow.

And as for letting go,

Who said that you could leave?

It’s just not possible

No, not at all.

SHOWERS

It’s tiny teardrops bursting and falling to the ground; a small black cloud shivers lonely in the sky. The wind begins to howl and the sky turns to Grey. Soon, more tiny black clouds will be coming our way.

Drop. Drop. Drop. Pitter. Pitter. Patter.

The music plays so loud that it turns into a clatter. There are puddles everywhere so we must all tread with care. Liquid in vivid motion so we must beware.

Damp musty clothing hanging in the hall; warm toasty oven waiting for us all. Someone’s making cocoa. Someone sweet and kind; to help relieve the dampness that’s crept into my mind.

Still outside the teardrops fall in step with time. Slowly getting louder and seemingly unkind. Then outside it rumbles sparks ignite the sky. Inside someone near me slowly starts to cry.

“Hush” I say, “Dear small one don’t worry oh so much. The teardrops they can’t hurt you. I love you dear.” And such. Then finally the dark clouds continue on their way. Dark foreboding big clouds who’ll come back another day. Till then my dear don’t worry

“Don’t worry dear” I say. “I’ll stay with you my darling. I’ll stay with you always.”

THE KEY TO THE DOOR

After the shadows, before the rain, between the heartbeats and thoughts of pain is a stillness known to none but a few who are blessed with the ability to feel the kiss of the old and new on their cheeks.

Music is the key to this forgotten place. Not just any music, soul searching, mind boggling, spine tingling rhythms won’t do. It must be a simple tune both pure and sweet. Bright and pretty dark or deep, whichever melody it plays, it’s the simplicity, which it conveys that keeps the key to the door in the mind of the one lost to us for a time.

When the music plays, a room unlocks and pours the deepest feelings in ones heart out with the hopes, dreams and fears of love and laughter life and tears. Once accomplishing this, the door will close, the shadows retreat and the rain starts to flow. It washes away all traces of woe and heart beats grow stronger as time starts to go.

The stillness now broken lets the world reappear. The mind has been opened gone are heartaches and fear. The cycle continues again and again until finally the music proceeds to win.

THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THE STORM

It’s wet and cold, it’s dreary and dark.

The lightening flashes an evil spark.

The thunder roars with a lion’s temper.

The raindrops fall in tempo.

The storm is approaching little by little

It takes it’s own sweet time.

The storm is coming it’s gradually coming

To keep the world in darkness.

It’s wet and cold dark and dreary;

It’s coming to blot out the sun.

There’s no way to stop it,

There’s no place to run

The storm will Always find you.

It has no shape.

It has no form.

It’ll come at anytime.

The storm is approaching the young and the old

It doesn’t matter who you are.

It’s coming to find you. It always will.

It’s coming to take you. It always does.

Its fury will find you and take you away;

There is no resistance that you can use

It takes you and then-

RINGING AND KNOCKING

I

Silent Rings

And Rusty boxes

Time ticks by

No knocks I hear.

Outside my window

Continued noises

Laughter, Lights

That’s all I hear.

II

Silent Rings

And rusty boxes

Bells not heard

And notes not writ

Time ticks on and on and on

Traffic hums

And pulses run

That’s all I know.

III

Where to go and what to do

When will I find someone who,

Will fill my ears with ringing and knocking

Stop the sound of the tick, tick, tocking.

Take me where the laughter is

Traffic STOP, when I am his.