Mother's Day...

memories and love
remain in contemplation
life too soon ended


I love you, Mom.

what do you see...

looking
at the mountain
from the top down,
the bottom up
or from across the valley?
point of view changes
the picture
but it
does not change the mountain.

haiku double...

one idea blooms
stirs the imagination
becomes a garden.

*

but a single rose
may fill the eye with beauty
more than a bouquet.

I don't need no stinkin' rules... do I?

it is my inclination,
when there is no stipulation,
to run amok
until I'm stuck
in full-blown consternation.

my half-wit trail blazing
can leave me more than crazing.
I huff and wheeze
and groan and squeeze,
stuck in mental constipating.

I'm planning propositions
based on learned intuitions.
one good deal
would grease the wheel,
and keep me out of institutions.

if someone did the laundry
that would lessen much the quandary,
to leave more time
to make more rhyme
and go back to being bawdry.

dullard...

simple mind forces words
into twisted complexity.
befuddle instead of
illuminate.
good words clarify,
spotlight, highlight,
resonate.
today is nothing, empty, hollow
echoechoecho.
no one's home.
no one wants to be.