Forgotten

my support from those I believed cared,

is now non existent, as they live their own lives

while I struggle with the reality of being the one

they run to when life deals them a bad card,

always there to comfort and aid during turmoil

yet mine is tossed aside and forgotten,

my heart prints blown away on the winds of time...

First - Haiku

fragrant scent in air

as bark seeps with saps first flow

spring wakens our earth

Follow the scent to Haiku Horizons  

Elvis lives

Elvis lives at an alpaca farm near me.  Tis true!  Just look at the comb over that would cause Donald Trump to shiver in envy.  Those lips, my my my, Mick Jagger would drool.  And those eyes, o heavens, to loose oneself in those and never awake.  I wonder if town by-laws classifies alpaca's as pets or live stock. hhmmmm, I shall ponder...

Lost inspiration

My inspiration has been spirited away

on winter winds, frozen by the cold,

voiding my soul of reckless emotion,

now forced, for the well being of others.

I see wonders all around in the wasteland

but fingers refuse to fuze with thoughts,

as I sit and stare at the blank document

waiting, and yearning for words to appear.

The loss of a loved one has taken its toll,

words unspoken, feelings not expressed;

thoughts are focused on another and how he

will continue with this precious gift of life.

Haiku Circus

O what fun this site is.  One of A Class has created a site for blogging haikuers.  Be prepared for a one of a kind experience with polished clown shoes   :)

Please visit Haiku Circus for fun and friendship.