The Forest's Serenade

The peaceful forest calls me
To sit within its realm.
No foe nor harm can find me
Nor sorrows overwhelm

The boughs above are verdant
So deep with ancient hues
They offer all their wisdom
To him who would peruse

The noble woods thus call me
To wander through the glade
And find therin protection
And hear its serenade

Oblivious

You haven't asked me how I'm doing.
I inquired about your latest ailments,
and sympathized
and listened to your tales
but got nothing in return.
My evening was soaked with tears,
my night-dreams
heavy with anguish
but you went your way
oblivious
and here I sit
alone.

Wind

The wind is wild
And fierce today
I wish it would
Sweep me away
Some far-off place
Without a trace
Where I could hide,
My dreams to play

Is it bedtime yet??

The harried rush
from task to task
puts weight upon
my weary back
And thus I long
for night to fall
And for my pillow
soft to call
The burden lifted
from my heart
Will a renewed sense
of peace
impart

Not so fast

Your words of kindness
assault my ears
for they are spoken
under duress.
If you meant them
you should have said such things
before I was angry.
Now they feel
obligatory
and do nothing
to offer solace.
It pains me
to hear such things
and wonder
if you mean them.

On a blanket

Sunlight on the blossoms
Blue sky in between
Lying on a blanket
Still
Remain unseen!

A gentle breeze whispers
A bird is on the wing
Cares float by unnoticed
(Quiet!)
Welcome, spring

The Spectre of Insecurity

You wander through my thoughts by day,
And haunt my dreams at night.
Unwelcome guest,
Unseize my breast
And let my heart take flight!

I work so hard, and I'm so tired, but it's never good enough. I just keep going, plodding, trudging, and am met only with more to do, and more that I have failed to do. I'm so weary.

Travail

I toil, i toil, through tears and trouble
Through sunlight that pierces my very soul
Though never will i reach my goal
I toil through quiet, lonely hours
Or raging chaos
By fragrant flowers
Down moonless nights
My endless plight

Yet no one sees
And no one cares
While endless duties
Fill the years

Invitation

Come, my friend, and walk with me
Here beneath the watchful trees
And let your heart find solace here
For there is magic in the air

Night

The peaceful hush of evening
whispers to my mind
And beckons, ever beckons
to leave the day behind.

The sun's bright glare has faded
far beyond the sea
And dreams unknown await me
I hear them call to me.

Haiku from the Downtrodden

Why bother talking
When no one is listening
And nobody cares?