Thoughtful
The lies we believe
Only keep us safe until
We choose to wake up
The line in the sand
Again washed away by waves
She draws another
On Gardening
Potatoes planted
Refuse to send shoots upward
Where the hell are you?
My nemesis taunts
Choking my efforts at growth
Mother f*#@ing weeds
On Chickens
My fresh free-range eggs
Better be worth all the sh*t
I clean from the pen
Why they poop in their water
It can’t taste that good
On Children
Peacefully breathing
The rise and fall of their chest
Watching children sleep
Loud obnoxious trolls
Destroy things and ignore me
I call them my kids
Thank you for today
Help me use my time wisely
As I seek Your will
Forgive me when I
Fail to help a hurting soul
Open my eyes Lord
From my fingers drip
Words onto paper like ink
Meaningful blotches
I shiver though warm
Exhausted and can’t find sleep
Blue is flavorless
3 comments:
Nice! I think you've written Haiku before the blogathon.
I love the one about children breathing! Soooo gooooood! My fav ;)
I wrote a haiku similar to the one about the line in the sand...
Writing in the sand
The message may wash away
But the moment stays
Surfing, clicking, why?
Facebook eats my afternoon time.
Darn the bus. Coming.
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