tell me why peace is
not possible in this war
torn power struggle
of a beautiful, plush world
hungry for love, hands to hold
tell me why we care
more about Kardashians
then the suffering
of inner city children
scraping their pantries for hope
tell me why you can't
make a difference, just one
person in this world
why your one smile, your one
dollar won't change anything
Friday, October 28, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
this life
when the night
becomes the day again,
the days blur
the routine drains
the routine is peace
break the routine
into pieces
build a rainbow
that reaches a star
name that star
at midnight exactly
at 6 am exactly
night will become day again
i will have forgotten
to try something new
or perhaps I won't have
been brave enough
i haven't spoken
in a while
not really
at 6 am tomorrow,
a new day will begin.
this time,
i will relish its moments
instead of counting the minutes.
smile at a neighbor
rather than rush inside
to get chores
done
laugh at the baby
instead of chasing after
his crumbs with a broom
one day the day
will become night again
forever
becomes the day again,
the days blur
the routine drains
the routine is peace
break the routine
into pieces
build a rainbow
that reaches a star
name that star
at midnight exactly
at 6 am exactly
night will become day again
i will have forgotten
to try something new
or perhaps I won't have
been brave enough
i haven't spoken
in a while
not really
at 6 am tomorrow,
a new day will begin.
this time,
i will relish its moments
instead of counting the minutes.
smile at a neighbor
rather than rush inside
to get chores
done
laugh at the baby
instead of chasing after
his crumbs with a broom
one day the day
will become night again
forever
Thursday, October 13, 2016
easier that way
face down
i can't see
look to my hands
the disaster before me
tattered pants
the man with a can
his sign says
he was a vet
my face is down
i can't see
i walk into things
it is easier that way
blinded by my fear of the truth
i am amused by kitten videos
and snapchat bear faces
distracted and angry
about the presidential races
my head is down
staring at my phone
i'd rather not see
to tell the truth
it hurts to much
so I look at my screen
i miss the sound
of your voice
how it feels to
sit next to someone
and have a
conversation
but that can be hard,
you see
being real and all
so I look down
it is easier that way
i can't see
look to my hands
the disaster before me
tattered pants
the man with a can
his sign says
he was a vet
my face is down
i can't see
i walk into things
it is easier that way
blinded by my fear of the truth
i am amused by kitten videos
and snapchat bear faces
distracted and angry
about the presidential races
my head is down
staring at my phone
i'd rather not see
to tell the truth
it hurts to much
so I look at my screen
i miss the sound
of your voice
how it feels to
sit next to someone
and have a
conversation
but that can be hard,
you see
being real and all
so I look down
it is easier that way
Sunday, October 9, 2016
wordpress site
Hello friends,
If you like reading my haiku, check out my wordpress site also! I am trying to maintain two sites, so I will see how it works out :)
Thanks for reading and being here!
Laurie
https://wordpress.com/stats/insights/lauriemolloy.wordpress.com
If you like reading my haiku, check out my wordpress site also! I am trying to maintain two sites, so I will see how it works out :)
Thanks for reading and being here!
Laurie
https://wordpress.com/stats/insights/lauriemolloy.wordpress.com
Thursday, October 6, 2016
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