A haiku for Sherry Kappel’s Haiku This! prompt “Cradle”
A man’s shoe becomes
Cradle the bump stockFeels good against his shoulderNow let’s rock and…
we seek fame and coin,spend our lives in pursuit, and we wise up too late
Now. You will unwrap.Heart beating in chest content.Breath moves in and out.
Haiku
and yet all I heardwere unspoken truths that beggedto let them hurt me
The sun is droppingbirds are tweeting what I needto hear — I’m still here!
wipe blood and gravel from your boy’s face, crashed bikeminor injuries
This tiny guitarexceeds expectations fordiminutive size.
hold me in your armsnever let go, together, we shall grow older
she lay down, her face
a picture of happiness,
cradle to cradle,our lives, so stop existing, experience life