Morning Walk

As I walked the dog early this cold winter morning, I looked up at the star filled sky, heard a flock of wild geese as they flew above and in the east, the horizon beginning to grow lighter as the sun began to rise. I came home and wrote this haiku on what I saw, looking around at my place in this world, seeking to find poetry in a simple walk with the dog.

Stars pulsate above

wild geese noisily flying

eastern sky lightens

Lovers Lament

The river flows dark and cold
memories dance 
down this viscous highway 
sparkling eyes of a young girl
dreaming of her lover
across on the other shore
a lone bell rings
echoing across the valley
reminding her of loss
the river flows deep and muddy
where bones lie quiet
and catfish roam

Lesson learned writing Poetry

The febrile writer

stands within walls

struggles with words

lobbed like boulders

his attempts futile

trying to look the part

without living the part

writing the words

not reading those words

lost in his own fear

of being cast out

exposing hypocrisy