Meanwhile, Take My Hand

I went to a book sale at my local library, and came across this haiku as I was browsing the books. Fascinating!

of Christmas lights, protests & police

There is tension in the air

It stifles the holiday cheer

The lights are bright

But the chants are louder

“We can’t breathe!”

Monument lighting ceremony

protesters all over the streets. they chanted ‘hands up – don’t shoot!’ and ‘we can’t breathe’ as they marched

heavy police presence

Street Chatter – just say ‘no!’

Hey baby!

Let me walk you across the street

I’ll hold your hand

…

Just say ‘No!’

Don’t just walk away from me

life happens everyday

a great day
a good day
just another day
even a bad day
it’s all life unfolding
embrace each day
with courage and warmth

hEaT

Sizzling,
Steamy, and
Unrelenting.
I surrender.

In a Funk

Wanting the lightness to soar

above it all.

But feeling heaviness that keeps

feet firmly planted on the ground.

heading north of baltimore

Pain

more than just aches

more than just physical

more than just temporary

intangible yet unmistakable

agony and brokenness linger

your sting, too well I know

relief, I anticipate

 

Travelers on a Journey

Almost five years ago on the first day of my first job after graduating from college, a very eloquent orientation speaker read this poem (which I just now accidentally found online) to a group of eager, excited and perhaps secretly nervous new employees. I remember thinking ‘wow, these are powerful words’ and feeling challenged to positively impact my “fellow travelers” – not only at work but also in my family, friendships and greater community. I had the same sentiments today after reading this poem. Frankly, I can do better in spreading happiness and love. What about you?

April Showers

Rain all morning.

Rain all afternoon,

And likely more rain

throughout the night.

They say,

“April showers bring

May flowers.”

Needless to say,

I will be expecting

lush and bright

May flowers this year.

 

Cold Without You

Buried under multiple layers of covers
Adorned in my thickest snuggly socks
Yet the cold I feel remains untamed
It emanates from my feet, and creeps
To every inch of my body, and seemingly
Manages to penetrate my core.
I can almost feel my heart ice over.
Cold without you
Cold without your feet rubbing mine
Cold without the heart-melting love I feel when your gentle hands glide sensually over the contours of my bare frame
Cold without the passion that abounds when we embrace
Cold without you tonight