MY HAIKU

Autumn/Winter 2014

She did hug me once.

I remember it clearly.

Her dress red with white.

Red background, white lines.

A shirtwaist dress she had sewn.

White ships upon red.

Don’t remember why

She hugged me,  just that she did.

It was wonderful!

I remember, too,

Hoping, wanting other hugs,

Hoping, wanting, ….. none.

She took me to the

Movies and I enjoyed that!

We both loved movies.

Insisting on being

The one who made all choices,

She ruled my Being.

I did not own my

Self, but I knew that my Self

Was there, and waiting.

Waiting to be free.

Free to be the one who was

Hidden underneath.

But it took so long

To become my True Self and

Not there even yet.

After the Dog Attack, June 2014

Justice is often

Blind to Truth and Decency.

Neighbors’ dogs have won.

Medical bills not

Reimbursed or acknowledged.

Difficult to pay.

Pain in arm and my

Heart from irresponsible

Owners of those dogs.

I don’t understand

The System that is in place

Where I am not heard.

Sometimes those are wronged

Who are in the right, and it

Seems not to matter.

I must pay for the

Irresponsibility

Of the neighbors’ dogs.

Fairness exists not

Always.  Loopholes can be found.

So, Justice IS blind.

I’m told I should have

Shot them, the dogs, the first time

They chased my llama.

If I had shot the

Dogs then, my llama would still

Be alive and well.

I tried to do the

Right Thing, though, and warned the dogs'

Owners of dangers.

Rant, Rave, Cry, and Sob.

I try to make Sense of it.

I do not succeed.

Dogs are behind fence,

But loose, barking, growling still.

They mock, remind me.

Injustice abounds.

Just take a look around you.

Everywhere you look.

Solutions escape

Me, Frustration abounds and

Fairness is not there.

Life is not fair, and

No one said otherwise.  But

Sometimes it should be!

*** My first haiku poems begin below in order of composition.  

   These are the ones mentioned in my "Haiku as therapy" blogpost.

Spring 2012

Green, yellow, red, gold

Apples on a window sill

Oh can I have pie!

Cat on the sofa

Lying amid the pillows

Snoring like a bear.

Waves crash on the shore

Clouds and seagulls overhead

Footprints running south.

Seasons of our lives

Flash in front of weary eyes

Stop!  Savor what’s left!

Rose boughs ‘bove my door

What makes you so boisterous?

Have you had your say?

Rose boughs 'bove my door

Explode with dainty yellow.

Clearly you do speak!

Breezes from the east

Fragrant softly warm on skin

Take me on your wing.

Blue ink on white page

Flowing towards the end of time.

This is Who I Am.

QuicklyHurryFast!

Can’t you see that I must rush?

Relax… Breathe… In… Slow.

Blue, white table set

Polished silver,  linens fresh.

Teapot, biscuits, bliss.

A box with a lid …….

Is a box.  A box without,

Has a cat in it.

Yellow, white, pink  Spring

Lush green freshness all around

New beginnings here.

Saturday, Sunday

Quiet freedom, creative Bliss.

Monday has no ZEN.

Spring hawk dives to ground,

High grasses hide its target.

It was not to be.

White pink and fragrant

Flower snowflakes dance, twirl, fall

Pear, plum, apple, peach.

Warm tears gliding down

Cheeks, heart heavy, mind confused

It will be alright.

Slow you down at work.

Your efforts are not noticed.

Slow down, and stress less.

True friends always there

What would we do without them

Can’t imagine that. 

Rain wonderful rain

Needed, prayed for and received.

Joyous celebration.

Swaths of bluebonnets 

Wildflowers along the roadways.

Springtime Texas style.

Magical wind chimes 

Music dangles from porch hooks

Breeze the musician.

Summer  2012

Tough Love is the thing

I must do with Benjamin

Even though it pains me.

A heavy heart mine.

I struggle with what to do.

Only God can help.

One large pink balloon

Rising high in clear blue sky.

My heart wants to fly.

Courage, Strength I seek,

Looking deep within my Soul.

I really need them.

Feelings of Despair.

I must not succumb to them.

They must fly away.

Voices of workplace,

Cacophony at its worst.

Can’t wait to be Free.

I really need Zen.

Breathe slowly in out in out…..

Calm comes over me.

CODEPENDENCY

Such an ugly word to hear.

Truth does lie within.

Too many issues

Swirling around in my head.

Something HAS to give.

Puddin, by control,

Helped to extend Daddy’s Life.

I must be grateful.

Baby birds, clay nest

Atop the porch light fixture.

Parents are frantic.

Baby birds, clay nest

Atop the porch light as a

Black snake waits below.

Lonely I am not.

I have books, music, nature, pets,

A porch swing and friends.

Sixty third birthday.

Wow!  Am I there already?

Age….all relative.

Birthday Sixty Third.

Old and young is how I feel.

Age is relative.

Autumn  2012

Judy is Grumpy

She says she can’t say why…… but…..

She is still Judy!

Struggle is for growth.

Like Life within a seed pod

Longing for the sun.

We rummaged, we dug,

We papered, painted, and laughed.

Joey, me, Sisters.

Haiku calms me down.

Calming expression of Soul.

So glad I found it.

Try to feel peaceful.

Breathe in and out,  …..slowly,… and

Let it all release.

So much on my mind.

Thoughts muddled, unclear, hazy

Can’t seem to think straight.

Be grateful today.

Sunshine, breezes, lunch with friend.

Make joyful noise!

Compliments don’t come.

I am a Shadow Person.

Easily ignored.

Wasting here at work,

I feel so drained, so stymied

Against my longings.

Season of regrets

Autumn has become for me.

There are so many.

I do not fit in

My daily life here at work

Nor do I want to.

Spring & Summer 2013

Choices to be made, 

So many things need done.

I am overwhelmed.

Pick, choose and express.

I come back to this haiku.

Help to figure out.

I feel “whompijawed”

This week, this day and right now.

I need something True.

Disappointed, sad.

What is the solution here?

I don’t expect much.

Need to ask for Help.

That is hard for me to do.

Why should it be Hard?

Fingers in the soil.

Dig plant water wait then pick.

Wash cook eat enjoy!

I should have looked for

A creative man who liked

To work with his hands.

A dreamer, listener,

Do-it-yourself kind of man

Would have been perfect.

Way too sensitive

I am. Is not conducive

To a peaceful life.

Sometimes I think that

I share too much of my Self

And also of my Dreams.

They fill me up so,

And make me quite impatient. 

My wonderful Dreams!

Dreams when I will be

Working toward Self Reliance,

Working with God’s world.

Chickens, veggies, fruit, 

To sustain…maybe some goats

For yogurt and cheese.

Learning who I am.

Comfortable in my skin.

Love my company.

Being alone I love.

It helps me learn who I am.

Necessary for Peace.

To learn to know Me.

That is my ultimate Goal.

To know, to love Me.

Road trips make my brain

Race with creative ideas.

Energy unleashed.

Working pays the bills.

I am grateful that it does.

Working pays the bills.

Remember that Work 

Is NOT a waste of my Time.

Working pays the Bills.

Working pays the Bills.

And so I go to Work.

Working pays the Bills….

Can’t control money, 

But can control what I eat.

Concentrate on that.

Eat what I should eat

And spend only what I can.

Concentrate on that.

Tired of being rushed.

Tired of always being pinched 

For Time and Money .

Back and forth between

Worlds that clash and coexist.

Pounding heart, breathe slow.

Something’s wrong with me.

I know not what, except that

Something’s not quite right.

Restless, anxious me.

Fulfillment alludes my Self.

Wish it otherwise.

Shouldn’t Work be 

More than just showing up to

Earn enough for Bills?

I need fulfillment

Badly, like I need to breathe.

Time keeps me away.

Home’s where the Heart is

That’s for sure for me I know.

Always and Forever.

Growing old can be

Scary because you never

Know what that ache is.

Today its my knee

Yesterday it was my head

What next do you think?

It comes and it goes

With no rhyme and no reason.

Age of aches and pain.

Sometimes I just find

That I forget to breathe out

Holding in and on.

Matt moving forward

To California next week.

Beginning anew.

Haiku has become

My therapy of the sort

That I can enjoy.

I am not patient.

I wish that I were, so that

Life was more peaceful.

While here at my desk

My mind races creatively

Driving me crazy!





Autumn 2013

Take a leap of faith ....

It is something I must do.

Have faith and just jump!

Kitten energy...

Scamper leap twist stalk then pounce!

TigerCat within.

Resentment nags me.

It plays with my mind and heart.

Go away from me!

Oh that I could take

That idea that I just had

And turn it to cash.



I could have gotten

A little house within the town

But I need the land.

When a dream has died

It is hard for  your Spirit

To release...let go.

In the Quiet I

Knit read spin weave write listen

And feel Peace arrive.

Clothes are not Fun Things

To me, nor Accessories.

They seem to mock me.

We long to make a

Difference in some way to

A person or place.

I'm older plumper

Tired but happier as Time

Moves me ever on.



I have let Dreams go

And added more.  Some seem to

Stay for company.

The things he did and

Didn't do hardly matter

Now.  I'm over him.