Lost

That he's broken, and breaking
That's clear. It's less clear that 
He's still there in his depth, to
The core. All his beauty and a
Touch of wisdom is perversely
Hidden in the fragments of his
Memory and thoughts. It's not
Clear he knows who he was or
Who he is, lost in the mix-ups
Of a mind unsettled to its core

The gift

Joy. He has such a capacity for
Joy. His dark mood can never 
Obliterate his expressions of 
Joy. It bubbles through, and he
Appreciates some  kindness he
Has the sense to sense. Small 
Joys win out over big sorrows
It is his gift. A measure of joy.

Valentines

Flowers are symbolic
Words are hyperbolic
Sometimes. Or maybe
Not. Love is a happy
State but elation can't 
Be permanently held
On the highwire that's 
Life. We balance our 
Happiness each day
My heart is full of love
A happy state held on
Life's highwire. I am
Elated but not giddy
Just intently, quietly
In love. Hearts, flowers

Shine like Diamonds

On this evening, I am beguiled
Shiny reflections off that big
Building in the Bronx. At least
I think it's in the Bronx. It is as
Bright as diamonds studded on
Every facet of the facade. I am
Puzzled, the windows here are
All lit. This is not the case in
The buildings closer to home.
Diamonds echo on the bridge.
It's dusk yet not dark enough.

Can’t complain

What do you complain about the most?

Can't complain. Thanks for
Asking. Can't complain, but
Now that you mention it, I 
Probably can,-  will. Thanks 
For the opportunity. To let
It all out. Can't complain and
As they say, who'll listen if
I complain. No, no, it's fine

Lotto

What would you do if you won the lottery?

Winning tickets are a big
Draw. Winners posted at
The kiosk, an attraction to
Me, and I'm guessing you
Too. We buy from this guy
Rather than another, luck
Is contagious. We think. 
We are all winners! Yay

Making up

I am making up for lost time 
Time once lost has to be- isn't 
Irretrievable. You just have to
Race to track it down. I wish.
Chasing time like the thief it 
Is, faster, trying to catch up or 
Maybe get ahead of the clock

HAIKUs

Haiku how?

Do I follow form

Or formulary? Is 5 then

Seven and 5 to

End the verse enough?

Or to start it up again?

Do I follow form?

Haiku wow

So short and yet still
So stubborn and insistent.
Do I follow form?

My haiku

Why five, not three, or
Four. Why seven, for me, a
Magic number, not
Nine or eleven or
An even ten an odd one
Not one per se, but
A shorter or a
Longer number like thirteen
Why five, not fourteen?

Why? Am I missing something?

Hardy little coleus

The coleus was 
Strong killed by kindness, then
Neglect, it gave up