Guarded

Texty

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3 Small Poems

Sunlight

Missing You
Every occasion
that you do not occupy
is wasted on me.

Fate
We might be closer
than the stars and we might be
fools of fate, because
night after night, I dream you
into my artless embrace.

Fathomless
We are fathomless,
you edge into my currents
supple as sunlight.
We are deeper than the seas
stacked on top of each other.

Little Poems

Stalemate
Options rescinded
Conservatism always wins
Nothing is achieved
Allergies
Sinuses aggrieved
high levels of grass pollen
Can not stop sneezing
Commonplace
When I was a child
I was special but broken
Now that I have grown
I am one of multitudes
With scars deeper than the sea

Heeding Haiku With HA: Spring

I am running out

Of oxygen to restrain.

Winter even though

Inundated refuses

To open her spiteful fist.

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I have completely forgotten how to write tanka and haiku (I felt like an eel trying to describe a pair of pants)! There is a saying in reference to Sweden “Winter is always coming” and I believe it. Every year I feel I wait and wait for Spring to start (it seems I wait until it is technically summer lol). Though not true, from my perspective and my experience of being born to a significantly warmer climate Sweden seems to have 2 seasons. Winter which is 9 months and embodies (Winter, Autumn, and Spring) and Spring (which is what they refer to as Summer). I am trying not to hold my breath in anticipation of warmer weather but I am so eager for it.

For

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/03/25/heeding-haiku-with-ha-spring/