Haiku attempt #1

A strutting rooster
bandy legs swaggering walk
pecks but finds no food.

The Herd

Forward motion
without seeing what's ahead.
Blank stares
unaware.
Nose to nose
now startled.
Questioned
and their thoughts
have to be jump started.
You can hear them thinking
(rusty hinges creaking)
their mouths open,
and out comes....BAHHHH.,,,BAHHHH
Translated this means:
"Are you talking to me?"
Without words...they process
-Hey-I was walking, get out of my way.-
Regardless...
I am in the way.
Now...
think.
Without words I process
-idiot-

Layers of our lives

Layers, upon layers..
that are the story of each of us.
Revealed by peeling them away.
You find childhood memories..shaping us.
Young adulthood..who we think we will become, big plans.
Settling into life, rounding the bend to 30 something,
realizing the limits we have set with our choices.
Flowing into our 40's, feeling like
we missed something important..and trying to find it.
Climbing over 50, knowing the midlife crisis was
just a bunch of bullshit because we were afraid our youth
was gone, afraid we missed something.
Finally fitting into our lives, thinking about past
mistakes, and intent on enjoying the time we have.
Golden 60, knowing the fun retirement was a dream,
but appreciating what we have.
Senior 70's, our bodies are slowing down,but
our hearts are still full of dreams.

We spend so much time missing the point.
Every day is a miracle.
Every moment makes us who we are.
A life is built on moments that accumulate
into who we are, layer upon layer.


k

I don't miss you

I don't miss you..
because everything that you felt was wrong was blamed on me.

I don't miss you
because you looked at me with hate in your eyes at times.

I don't miss you
because no matter how hard I tried it was never enough.

I don't miss you,
because I can no longer be blamed
and I feel free.

I don't miss you
because no one in my life
can make me feel less....
I am the master of my fate.

I don't miss you
because after all that has past
I found myself again,
and I like me.

I don't miss you
because I will never again
have to worry why I was not enough...
for you.
I know that I am
 more than enough woman
to make myself
and a mature man
very happy.

I soar...above my past.
Wings spread
defying all.

On the grave of our relationship...
I do a dance of abandon...
hair flowing, back arched
stomping my feet.
 I smile because
you will never know this part
of me.
I whirl, and dance away.

The Bloody saga of the Claws

Love hurts, this I know
 because
I have a nervous cat
with very sharp claws.

Circling my lap
he suddenly bounds!
There must be a cat monster
who made a scary sound.

And so I sit bleeding
from multiple wounds,
asking what spooked him?
(in his mind, perhaps a large dog faced baboon.)

Wondering if I will ever be free
of the punctures and scratches
marked across both
of my knees.

When the weather is cold
I stand a better chance
of protecting my skin
with soft cozy pants.

The torture is worth it
when he does settle down,
and shares a gentle purr,
there is Love in that sound.

~k