Stilled

Coming towards me
the universe
cannot be stilled

Turquoise Lake Haiku

Learning to let go
is harder than holding on;
routine vs. roulette

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Campground hosts walking
arm in arm before sunset;
a day’s work behind

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Trees sway in the breeze
ten thousand feet above sea;
Rocky Mountain high

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I rub worry stone
when happy, when I am sad;
its smoothness grounds me

Captured in silence
multi-syllables of self
expressionism

Children are their own
We can’t cherish just one age
Growing up too fast

residual id;
don’t bother teaching new tricks
to dogs of routine

ambulatory
corpses scutter to sidelines
never to be seen

autumn mushroom dawn
insect harvest window plant
ice blue winter dream

I have my own cloud
and I don’t wish upon stars
or stare into suns

I cannot define
my rage in just seventeen
syllables for you

It is
never enough
until it is too much –
want more, until passed out on floor.
No more

And your
eyes cradle such
contemptuousness, paired
only with the hypocrisy
you stow

Adrift,
sleep comes to wash away the day;
mistakes make paint for dreams,
coloring in
regrets

Only
then can I rid myself of the
crimson hue and crooked
brush strokes you draw
me with

Because when I’m freed
from your contrasted palette
my mind is at ease,

Now I find myself
staring at this blank canvas,
creating anew