Mid-length Crisis

The shortest poem is 

a single character;

the longest stretches 

almost two million words long, 

and somewhere 

in the middle 

are these simple lines, 

written only for you. 

Northern Lights, Southern Hearts

You have painted 
my blackest nights green, 
dipped your fingers 
into too-bright colors 
and dragged them 
across the stars. 
Some nights, 
the many-hued mountains 
outshine the constellations, 
and I am forced 
to wish upon a star 
that I can no longer see. 

Breaking to Finals

Arms too long, 

hair too thin, 

chin too blemished- 

   I need this win.

Voice too loud,

Pace too fast,

Words tripped over-

     Just, please, not last. 

Move too often,

Breathe too hard,

Tone too angry-

     Let down my guard?

Cutting too long,

It's over done,

this piece is garbage-

      Oh wait, I won?! 

National Haiku Day?

Haiku poetry:

So much said in so few words;

we need none at all. 

Rose Speaks

And do not think

-not for the smallest fraction 

of a second-

that I let you go 

for lack of love. 

I let you go because 

my white-knuckled grip 

was suffocating you, 

was draining me, 

was killing us both,

slowly.

Do not imagine, my love, 

-do not let your mind trip 

over the possibility-

that it is because I no longer care, 

that I release you 

into the wide world. 

I am letting you go 

because if I don't, 

we will both drown. 

You Are

my favorite poet, 

the poem I cannot unread,

and my best-loved muse.

April's Fool

They will say 

I am a fool, 

for loving 

so deeply 

you, 

who cannot 

return my love. 

And I will tell them, 

"It is only a life 

without love 

that is foolish."