Haiku #1, #2, and #3 (2012 Edition)

An Era
When I near the end
The room fades to a dark blue
I fade to nothing

Happiness
If I ever was
Will I be again one day?
Or does change hold fast?

Spring Sunshine
All across this town
Sun glares through clear window panes
Onto chairs, and beds

Playing with Poetry / Lyrics

I feel so low. I feel so low.
My world’s apart. My world’s apart.
What do I do? Where do I start
On fixing up this busted heart?

I don’t care that it’s fine outside.
This whole damn life’s a bumpy ride.
And I am stuck inside, inside.
I only want to sink and hide.

What thing will make a difference here?
What thing will stop these tired tears?
What thing will bring me rest and peace?
I need it now, so please god please.

Another day, I cannot take.
There’s far too much at stake, at stake.
And too much time’s already past.
I need the fix—I need it fast.

I feel so low. My world’s apart.
Where do I start? Where do I start
In fixing up this busted heart—
This bruised and beaten, broken heart?

It's Been a Long Time, Baby

I feel as though the last year or so of my life has been a blur. I'm not sure where the time has gone. It's been lost to work, to responsibilities, to life. I'm trying to come back.

Here's a poem I read this morning that should help, written by Ms. Mary Oliver.

When Death Comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.