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Thursday, August 13, 2020
I Choose You
Thinking of you in bed tonight
The room is dark with muted light
Your gentle snore, a spoken dream
As you float along Morpheus stream
What brought us to this here and now?
What is the cause? What is the how?
Of all the odds, of all romance
A grand design or random chance
Never have I believed in fate
That chose my path or picked my mate
Nor trust there is a scheme or plan
That guides the step of every man
We are in this bed tonight
Of darkened room and muted light
Because of choice,
you and
That is the cause,
the reason why
My love is not some fated thing
Or Made by bows and gods on wing
It is lovely, fresh and new
For freely, love, did I choose you
wine Haiku
Winter haiku
Lights and tree are gone
Reds, greens, blues are now gray, brown
Cold winds tug at us
post surgery Haiku
A post surgery Haiku
Minutes are like days
Two hundred channels of crap
Not much to choose from
teen age broken heart
Bitter salty Tears announce their entrance
Pieces of broken hearts litter the path they walk
Leaving a trail they traveled ,
as in a trance
With a desperate need to speak,
just to talk
The stories spill forth in gasping
Of the love they thought would be kind and true
T
he Dalton’s, the Hunters, the Scotts , Allen’s and Bobs
A sad familiar reoccurring story that is always new
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