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country western haiku # 101
Prophecy
I'm taking my shoes with me
so no one can fill them
while I'm gone
pbm
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Inanimate
What do I do
with the passion
I feel for you
I do the dishes
hot soapy water
rushes
washes
over my hands
as I listen to blues
on the radio
these hands
that want
to touch you
baptizing you
in sea foam
and sand
Yet, I mustn't
touch you
this we
understand
still,
what do I do
with the passion
I feel for you
Pattra Burnetto Monroe 1996
with the passion
I feel for you
I do the dishes
hot soapy water
rushes
washes
over my hands
as I listen to blues
on the radio
these hands
that want
to touch you
baptizing you
in sea foam
and sand
Yet, I mustn't
touch you
this we
understand
still,
what do I do
with the passion
I feel for you
Pattra Burnetto Monroe 1996
Saturday, November 1, 2008
the path of experience
adversity hones us
sharpens like a knife
cutting edge
opens the heart
dedicated to Alice Walker with gratitude
Pattra Burnetto Monroe 1 Nov 2008
sharpens like a knife
cutting edge
opens the heart
dedicated to Alice Walker with gratitude
Pattra Burnetto Monroe 1 Nov 2008
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