A haikai is a series of haiku, set off on the theme of the opening haiku, the hokku. How quick and easy that was. (This reminder) (1.) Background of my phone, two lovers… he kisses her, she beams total joy. (2.) Forever tender; Always, they are suspended in love you can’t touch. (3.) The day…
Tag: love
on fearing vulnerabilities (micropoem & poem)
(your hands were up) A symbol of surrender But I was intimidated by your vulnerability I emptied the barrel Ink bled across the page. Self/Abnegation I would have flown to her then Kissed her like I was Fighting death’s lips Demanded her to spend the rest of her life Tied up with mine If only…
fitted to the gloom of a suspended rain
Another offering from the dust of my past. A Hennessy Mirage drunkenness burned and raged under my skin as liquid ice pellets met the thirst of my veins perfectly cracked, the grey sky blue flashes, lightning and turning wind lashes – I cried out to hell to help me, faith in heaven wavering like smoke…
3 micropoems
Happy winter solstice. As I close this day and prepare for my final deep meditation of the night, I depart on a few micropoems that, beyond what most of my readers will know, say much on the reflections of the past seasons, all in analogy, of course, to nature. (canon) Like a river you rushed…
when the world shatters
i. when the world shatters it’ll have been my hand splintered and cut for the remorseful idiocy of holding it out for you. ii. i am the child that touched the stove and too much enjoyed the show of melting flesh to hear my breaking, painful cry. iii. hope is the most dangerous possession so…
Meet Me Under the Mistletoe
This one is a throwback (written in 2006), and one of the few instances I employed some rhyme and form with mild success. One of the featured poems I keep stapled to the site, it’s a good way to invite that admirer of yours a little closer this holiday season. Enjoy. Meet Me Under the…
but do you? (a short poem)
(“Always” truly means always, my dear) With a hint of sadness And human wonder It occurred to me then That perhaps we are all incapable Of truly understanding How deeply, how full Is another’s love for us. And yet, maybe not. Maybe it just takes a little more Than traditional human effort. A long shot…
my humanity [a brief crafted thought]
There are moments, sometimes, I feel so justified in my humanity, feel so rightly vulnerable, feel excited, feel alone, feel endlessly hopeful, feel despair, feel desire for my deepest wants that burns to the point of physical ache, feel beautiful, feel foolish, feel too proud, too modest, gullible, feel too easily hurt, feel guarded, too…
the cheesiest (a rhyme)
I’m not a rhymer, nor one for cheesy patterns and attempted meter and shit, but this light-heartedness followed me and was just what I needed to contrast the heavier piece that will be tomorrow’s finish (a crafted thought on the topic of weighing self versus community, stimulated by something a student said today that went…
too open, honest – micropoems
(would be said) I. Trying not to think about How it feels at night Your skin, mine i. How good it feels To be so tied At the soul and mind Unbreakable ii. How lost then In silent bribe accepting To cut my tongue Sake of your peace II. I’ll never stop wanting To mimic…
forever my dream
Curled in my bed, clutching, I feel your arms slide up mine, and pull my hands away from my face as you creep gently over my body to kiss that troubled look you hate to see, grabbing tears before they’ve fallen, kissing every inch of me, chasing the pain out through my skin delivering the…
(because I was tired of your constant public reminders I was only almost beautiful)
A micropoem – – – I swallow the drinks he serves Like it’s your touch – The alcohol warms me in places Your kiss would have landed.
Sharkey Speaks 