go far

throw rocks at me
i'll build a garden wall

glare at me, I'll smile back

tease me and I will
take it as attention

at least i am noticed then

notice my strength,
I will see yours

i travel with ease,
with complements,
with a smile too share

this journey is too
short and too long
to travel with a glare

color and wonder haiku poem

earth’s colors course

from place to place following the

current of our thoughts

color your world

with high swings and  curvy slides

visions of wonder

allow the beauty

breathe in the laughter

catch the soft rainfall

gentle on your hands

it glides along your fingers

to cleanse your spirit

be your beautiful self

with actions of grace,  love

designing magic

avenger of light

when all of the days
become the last day

it is night
the light exposes
the night refrains

the darkness looms
an avenger
to disguise the day's worries

with stars
moonlight
a swing on the old, solid,
wide-plank porch
overlooking the glow
from the stream

of the moon's reflection
of what was once the day
and now is the last day

that worry is heard

because night
the avenger
has allowed us
to remember

night is magic
summer is love
the dark is really
an avenger of light

surrender

delicately thin
her worn sweatshirt, rugged with sweat
joins the sun's remnants
in keeping her warm
as the moonlight
fades in -

the gleeful summer day
has become the anticipation
of a summer night

he waits by
the moonlit bay
for sunrise
to lift this
gnawing mystery

sky

through fog,

worn tracks

the sky looms

over me

reveals its answers

that I extract

from its shapes

elephants, sunshine bears

the new unicorn

that has returned

from the arc

unscathed

the sky

i am convinced

will help me fly

to stare up

is to know why

update

I haven't posted in a super long time. Most of my recent writing has been haiku, and I have been posting those poems separately on my Wordpress page.

I have a book of haiku that should be released very soon! I will have more updates within the next couple weeks!

Thank you for reading this - Laurie
Laurie's Wordpress

i keep asking why

how it began

this world:

dust
or magic
or religion
or a chemical reaction
that became life

this life
when it begins
is magic

this life
as it unfolds
is magic

this chair
these fingers
all of this
this thing in my mind
this brain that makes me think

all of this

abruptly begins and ends
and each end a new beginning
and so the loop of life
and so the paradox
life and death, light and dark

all of this

is magic