I think in haiku
Not that I’m intending to
Just how my thoughts form<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A poem descending
Fully formed and intact
For all to read<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without a pen near
My mind is my haiku scribe
Till one is found<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Poetry
In motion
In my mind<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I linger with grief
Constant companion, of late
We’re well acquainted<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grief is a rip tide
A tenacious undertow
Then the tide goes out<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I miss being one
Half of a couple in love
With being in love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I miss having a
Live-in partner for Scrabble
Or heart-to-heart talks<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I miss being part
Of a family under
One roof not two<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Christmas memories
Unpacked with each ornament
Hung upon the tree<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have no stocking
To hang by the fireplace
Nor a fireplace<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I cannot bear to
Watch one more Hallmark movie
About Christmas joy<\/p>\n\n\n\n
More than fifty years
Since this idyllic-summer-
wind-swept day<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Time is suspended
I can feel the sandy beach
And hear the seagulls<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have your hands with
Their twisted pointer-fingers
I see you in them<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your taste on my lips
Salty yet sweet with memory
Tears of mourning<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have lost you a
Thousand times over again
Yet you return<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love is favorite jeans
Time worn, mended in places
Easy second skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Falling asleep to
The sound of company from
The other room<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lavender scented
Bar of soap by the bedside
Gentle nighttime waft<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There aren’t enough bells
From here to eternity
To toll for your life<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As you lay purring
Loudly, fervently to me
I feel your love-song<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I think in haikuNot that I’m intending toJust how my thoughts form A poem descendingFully formed and intactFor all to read Without a pen nearMy mind is my haiku scribeTill one is found PoetryIn motionIn my mind I linger with griefConstant companion, of lateWe’re well acquainted Grief is a rip tideA tenacious undertowThen the tide … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3225","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/sa867U-3225","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3225","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3225"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3225\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3227,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3225\/revisions\/3227"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3225"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3225"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3225"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Jennifer Gurney lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. She is a newly published poet. Her first sixteen poems have just been published in late 2022 \/ early 2023, at age 59. During the pandemic she joined the online poetry community of The Daily Haiku. Poetry has been a lifeline.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"