my heart paused todaywind took my bright scarf to seaall I saw was you Haiku by Joni 12/31/19 – Picture taken by my husband and best friend
Category: Best Friends
Once Treeless
Paralyzed by emotions, dismal visions haunt my eye’s memoryFaces in plates, probing hands of strangers, and the smell of pee.Fairy letters under wet pillow laid, hoping they will set me free. A veil of melancholy wraps me like a cocoon as dread is calling.Our neighbor plucks buckshot from the leg, her husband’s shot.The smell of…
A Tale of Two Widows
Tails of green, blue and silver playfully splash, By the beach house’s old tattered white pier. Red is the color of their long surfacing hair As the old widow watches them swim near. Mermaid twins with pearls woven intricately into, Crowns made elegant with thin, spaced fishing lines. As a child, she had long adored…
The Lonely Glass
Dark as coal was the night, as my body aches with youthful memories of your tender touches. Days spent in fallow fields with unwavering wildflowers on a tattered quilt tossed in the trunk. The clatter of your camera snapping as I would become Your muse while playing in the water like a child. Dusk by…
Touch (third in the sense series)
I gently stroke the stubble on his freshly buzzed scalp, run my fingers over the sharpness of his resilient jaw, and the large constricted vessels along his temple, massaging the tense muscles of his broad shoulders, as I watch his lips form a surrendering and relaxing smile. The texture of his t-shirt is rough and…
AM Ballet
Whisking the eggs, opening drawers, the movement of feet, Along with the sounds of crinkling plastic as he opens the bread, The pampering is about to begin as this wife is about to be fed. Then sizzling comes when egg-soaked bread hits the hot pan, I cozy up to the pillows behind my head and…
Top Billing
They walk proudly, petite heads held high,Eyes darting about at the sound of any unfamiliar noise,Both leads growing taunt as a squirrel runs by. Red ants enfold the corpse of a tree frog,Steering excited feet away from their potential sting,Greeting a neighbor about to start his jog. Tails wag as smell leads them to new…
Love and Coffee
Sweet the smell of his now sunken pillow Where he lays his buzzed and weary head. Gentle sounds carefully filtered find a way Into my cozy waking moments in our bed. Sheets still warm hold imprints of touch, Along with fragments of his voice deep. Gentle footsteps in the kitchen moving, Making coffee to awake…
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My Wrath
Lips pucker and brows wrinkle as he stares.Anger burrows in deep erasing his kind features.Borne is this unsummoned yet familiar creature,From the inferno of my own unrestrained wrath.Stinging remarks racing from my impertinent gateway,Chilling his heart and granting birth to my sin and guilt. by Joni 6/19
