Exercising my haiku skills

 November Morning

Two miles. Heart pumping,

wind rushing, affirmation

… I forgot my gloves.

Words and sound

Poetry is life’s soundtrack.

And if this poem had a soundtrack, it would be Waltz for Debby (as played by the great Bill Evans).

 

Ghost

A smile is a funny thing

Immaterial, like the veil between life

and death

where, caught in its ripples,

Faded dreams coalesce

with tears–indistinguishable,

 

The weight of pain is not dead,

But living,

reverberates with gravity,

that universal constant.