Hazy Poems

Hazy

I found myself in Japan,
somewhere on a highwire-bridge,
balancing two feet in a haze.

More than two feet above the solid ground, way up high.
My eyes dart to and fro. Where I started from, I don’t know.
In a country, not my own. Travelling with eyes shut.

I’m with someone - my spouse?
In a dream with forgotten baggage,
it seems

Nebulous Horizon

                                            Nebulous Horizon

         

a hazy perspective and the need for clarity

I have no sense of time,
the pride from my accomplishments  
is as null as the concept of permanence,  
besides the fog —  
seeping into my mind  
as deep as the proverbial soul within me.  

in the mist of what is left of myself,  
the only depth i can catch

Summer smashes Spring

Summer smashes into Spring with violent heat that leaves the air in a hazy daze.  All of the tender, green rain-draped brilliance of young foliage giving way to the drab, sunbaked drowsy green that swelters and gasps for rain all through Earth's yearly simmering.  Boiling and drying in invisible and malicious rays, all green tends to

Between The Lines - excerpt

Stirred.
Blurred.
Deferred.

A haze of thoughts.
In the raw.
Unprocessed unpolished.
Ethereal feral.
Impulses really.

I might drown.
A sea of ambiguity.
Random content
in my private universe.

At times, I want to scream and be heard.
But all in time that can’t be rushed ~




Excerpt from Collaboration with Kirk Tierney, based on my poem 'Writing Is How I Connect'/ Painting by Suzanne Van Bebber 

AP: Honorable

Hazy Don’t Faze Me

I catch junk with a stick
Whip it like batter
Make it thick

Set it firm in an oven brick
A sleight-of-hand trick
Flipping a well-rehearsed schtick
Pulling it out of the fire quick

Cool…then plate with a crispy breadstick
Sink your teeth in…taste the kick
A feast of rhyme…a bold remix
Juicy lyrics on a drumstick

a hazy moon

a hazy moon
hangs low tonight
~ sweet midnight song



AP: 1st place 2025

The painful memory of love

The Painful Memory of Love

The painful memory of love,
The treasures that I have kept in my heart.
Love is one of those.
Love is a beautiful yet painful feeling in the world.

It abandons those who trusted,
And devastates those who loved unconditionally.
It leaves scars that never heal,
And ashes that once were those who loved.

The two aspects of love

Hazy Shade Memories

Written: May 03, 2024

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Isolated each aspect—bereft of any link,
An ambrosian aura encircles an empty clink.

Lenses produce rippling prisms out of embrace,
They glide through a quivering mind—arcane case.

Someone has trapped an aura in

a hazy full moon sighs

A hazy full moon sighs
As poets search
For her beauty
Lose it in
Syllabic paralysis
Stuttered
Alliteration
Conjures up images
Stolen
From magazine covers
A barn owl
Cherishes
Her shadows
Wolf eyes
Reflect her gaze
A silent lake
Swallows her
Apparition
As frogs
Recite
Her poetry

Hazy Horizon

Hazy Horizon
David J Walker

The terrible annual winds
That condemns
The lusty Prairie Floor
On a gusty Spring Day
In a dusty Remembrance 
Of Youth
And what might be left of a Truth
We once prayed for 
And what is left is all the more
The Hope of a Hazy Horizon 

Sail the Unkept Sea 
Of secrets unforeseen
Dream of dreams undreamt 
Of failed

In the Hazy Light

Variegated streaks
criss-crossing,
soothing lavender
then fiery maroon,
with belts of amber
in between. 

Slate blue bluffs
catch the sun before it lands,
dipping into the rippling orange
of the mottled lake.

The pitch black pines are still,
passed the rusty mesh
of a rickety screen door.
Our eyes were fixed
up to the moment
your coppered profile 
became shadow, 
and I could see you no more
in the hazy

It's All a Little Hazy

Walking in a haze of sadness 
My heart feels heavy, shattered 
Echoes of memories, once so bright 
Now dimmed by the shadows of the night 

Tears fill my eyes, but I push them down 
I must be strong, I must not drown 
But oh, the weight of this despair 
Is too much for me to

Hazy Happiness

Balloons are beautiful and light.

Without grip, always high in the sky.

That’s what happiness to some.

Hazy

Long days gone hazy
Maybe due to my crazy
I see deep into my mind
Where nobody else will find
A place of memories gone so wild
Some are of me as a child
For these memories I don't care
Back then life was not so fair
Memories are the ghosts of the past
None of them days went very fast
Time does not heal
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