Haiku Observations

Side mirror lament
Blinking back the past again
Red bandana tears

I watched her image
I wondered as she talked on the phone
How old must a woman be
To want to live alone?

Forgotten wander
Thoughts that became some other
Another blank page

There are no buttons to push
I am not someone to read
My emotions are not random
You will never guess what I need

Rush inspiration
Ego-infested display
Compromised poem

In the yearning for respect
Creation becomes a means to an end
The irony emerges
In thoughts I cannot defend

Watching my children
Oblivious to discord
Reaching for Daddy

In spite of all the hate
I have become nostalgic
They are happy
Leaving worked its magic

Hard work is a gift
For yourself every day
Slumber not want not

It’s what I do
It’s not greed
It’s all for them
That is why I bleed




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Senoritaa 4 years ago

Good read. Very thoughtful.


Vinaya Ghimire profile image

Vinaya Ghimire 4 years ago from Nepal

Cock has ticked, it's New Year in Kathmandu. I feel so wonderful to read your wonderful words!

Happy New Year!


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Ardie 4 years ago from Neverland

Wow, this really got me thinking and I had to do a double read to make sure of what I took from this. Its so hard to see someone else's sorrow.


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Deborah Brooks 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

oh the past.. it always comes back to bite you.. and it makes great writing. I love this... Great poem... Great words.

I voted up and awesome

Happy new Year

Debbie


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The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Senoritaa - Thank you!

@Vinaya - Thank you! It just turned midnight so it's 2012 in Austin, Texas. It's great to communicate with someone around the world such as yourself!

@Ardie - Thank you. I appreciate you taking the time to read it and feel what I was trying to say.

@Deborah - Thank you. Yeah it's hard to forget hard times or heartache.

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