haiku 58

young trees two

winter’s heavy hand

makes the new, young evergreens

bow to their elders

 

–photo by me

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withdrawal

resized withdrawal

what was i thinking

i went back to drinking

and now i lay stinking

at home in my bed

tossing and turning

my stomach is churning

my fever is burning

i wish i was dead

been here for three days

as everyone prays

that i’ll change my ways

i really do too

there’s just nothing worse

than the alcohol curse

and i hope that this verse

is a warning to you

just breathe

river2

i close my eyes

to meditate

and i breathe…

just breathe

 

i’m floating

on a winding

lazy river

in a wooded

valley of

timelessness

 

and i breathe…

just breathe

 

occasionally i

catch a glimpse

of myself up

around a bend

i think to wave

but we both

know there is

peace of mind

to be had here

so we breathe…

just breathe