There are no heroes
……………only those who do what must be done.
They wait in pre-dawn darkness
………………for an always late bus
Find ways to make one more meal
………………….from yesterday’s leftovers
Manage to stay one step ahead
………………..of everything
Explain the unexplainable
…………………to teary eyed children
Long for the roots they left behind
……………….while nurturing those newly planted
They weep in silence
………………..lest their children feel their angst
Pray aloud
…………that their children might share their hope
They do what they must do
……………..for they know
………..there are no heroes.
John G. Lawless
©7/11/2022
HAIKU BLOOMS #1
Sense buzz here
In simple lot;
Cheer lives fine pun
~~~~~~~~~
Life knows the brave
In harsh terrain;
Smiles sculpt sense
~~~~~~~~~
Bamboo leaves sway
Dance with stray breeze;
Wet rain brushes
~~~~~~~~~
Two black birds
Sit and watch;
High wire act
~~~~~~~~~
Brown squirrel
Runs up and down;
Zigzag curious
~~~~~~~~~
Black cumin seeds
Sweet honey surge;
Bitter black cuppa
~~~~~~~~~
Lemony brew
Aqueous spill;
Hydrates well
~~~~~~~~~
Hint of rain
Moist air aglow;
Flash of lightning
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy moves
Body so weary;
Pre-dawn darkness
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 January 2016
Singapore
Life’s Ikat Weave
by Odin Roark
There was once another him
Oh he was the same flesh and bones
He even kept track of both his names
One for the stage
One for the IRS
That other him
The one that migrated
Leaving behind the stage of make-believe
Venturing across landscapes of real-life drama
Found that dramaturgy had taught him well
It was gradual
This departure from his norm
Everyday beginnings arose before dawn
Flicked its prickly tendrils across nocturnal escape
Awakening his senses free of alarm clocks
Elbows from a bed partner
Or wet lickings from a dog
And…
Something else was different on rising
Gazing out the window
Nothing but time he now owned
Put him at the ready to explore
Pre-dawn darkness with illumination
How much laughter and stories
He had to share
He was ready to run into
Rather away from
The promise to find out
Who he truly was
Thus streamed forth his ikat-life
A fabric of his past
Layers of experience
Tie-dyed patterns of what hopefully
Would become rainbow-threads of wisdom
A future-weave
Void of mistake’s knots
Another part
One revealing…