Winter Haiku

'Blowing in the Wind' by Nina Bradica, Flickr


god blows on the winter trees
to remind us
we are alive

sounds of release

'Release' by Holly Friesen

you cannot give
what you never had
your soul caves in
your mind scrambles
for a shovel

release the sounds
send them on their merry way
back to the sorrow filled houses
where music lay still
as a graveside after the weeping

send them back to the carnivals
the smoky bars
the houses of shouting
the wanting
the wanting
the gaping mouths of need

beads of sweat
on my forehead
roll down my nose
drip onto my chest
i absorb them back
into my body

off the cuff

what i've learned about poetry
is that its ok to open your heart
and bleed or purr or maybe
even construct text, i've learned
that poets are quite mad and that
this is our perfect right to speak
up and out and inside out
because the sea is polluted
and we live under a harsh sun
where souls are hurting and death
is armed and roams the streets
where lives are pushed to the edge
as pain hides in the shadows
where you'll never find a pearl
unless it was dropped by a
little old lady without her glasses
we can write til the day we die
if we don't look at the audience
and believe they can see
into our souls