She looks to Sir Moon,
Wondering what he’s feeling
She pours out her heart.
Full Spring Moon listens,
Reflected in the river
Beside which he plays.
If He had a mouth,
Sir Moon would surely reply,
Would tell what He knows.
Of what would He tell?
He would sing what the bridge hears,
What the river sees.
The river sees brass,
Its appearance like silver,
Twelve feet, conical.
The bridge hears a song,
Improvised and repeated,
A song from his heart.
Sir Moon would replay
What the concrete barrier
Echoes to the reeds;
What the ducks and geese
Mistake for a lullaby
As they seek out sleep.
But Sir Moon stays mute,
His heart moved by maudlin song
Played to still her heart.
© 2017 H.K. Longmore
A haiku
Absent from the trees
Some leaves may be, but not you:
In my heart chambers.
© 2016 H.K. Longmore
In the smartphone age,
Nothing makes a place remote
As no cell access.
Crossing o’er the strait,
T-Mobile texted new rates
For Victoria.
But at Lake Crescent,
No emails nor texts; dropped calls
The best I could get.
©2015 H.K. Longmore
Oh, that I had done
What I thought would be most fun,
Instead of nothing.
Oh that I had talked
When your heart still with me walked,
But I gave silence.
Oh that you could know
How oft I came to say hi,
Only you were gone.
© 2015 H.K. Longmore
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At the crossing paths,
To help with another’s task
I’m politely asked.
Planned words left unheard,
I answered yes and turned left,
Compliment unsaid.
©2015 H.K. Longmore
Newly married man;
Wife made best meal she knew how.
Husband loved: a lie.
Stomach, day by day,
His repulsion enduring,
Same meal he received.
Stopped with honesty:
He cared not for it, never.
Served that meal no more.
Waxing didactic,
Say not, “I like” when not true,
Lest you reap encore.
Regarding a meal,
Natural pigmentation hid
By purple or red,
Movie or series,
Favorite sport or hobby;
Say not, “yea”, if “no”,
Lest thy discontent
Of thy fabrication born,
Fill eyes with sorrow.
©2015 H.K. Longmore
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Three seconds expand,
Future hangs in the balance:
I emerge, hurried.
She walks casually,
In the center of the hall.
She sees me, smiles;
A delighted smile,
A smile like the ones before.
Heart anticipates:
Oh could it be now
The long silence is ended?
But no words emerge.
I move right, hurried.
She pockets her smile, scowls,
Averting her eyes.
Winds of countenance
Blew the future with full force;
Future remains past.
© 2014 H.K. Longmore
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Tagged frustrations, haiku, misunderstanding, poem, relationships, timing
It is meeting time.
Distracted by passers by,
Listen and observe.
I observe this one
Coming and going again.
The meeting goes on;
This one goes again.
My body soon shivers hard;
No explanation:
I’m indoors, it’s warm;
Winter has yet to strike here.
But still I shiver.
She returns once more,
A sweater now adorns her.
Shivering explained?
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Tagged bliss and glad life, empathy, haiku, impressions, introspection, karma, law of restoration, Muse, poem
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