In the Night

 Like the shadowed moon,

cold and lonesome in the night,

she's ever apart.

The Iceberg (Haiku)

 

Silently waiting,

camouflaged by ocean waves,

collision looming

Rejection Reflection

Rejections reflection:

icy never will be,

fiery what always is,

ever in my mirror

the face of depression.

Dejections expression:

waterfall of sad,

volcano of angry

told in silence;

Darwin's selection.

 

 

- C.Boeneman  2013



                                   

Exiled

 

 

 

Cast out

like so much refuse,

scattered around,

meant to be crushed

under foot.

 

Forced at last

to flee for her life,

exiled from all

that she loves

and holds dear.

 

With no hope

of return soon,

if at all,

she settles in

her cave of despair

 

The exile stares

into the hole

called oblivion

and sees no bottom

only the end.

 

Yin Yang

The meaning of life includes death.
Birth implies burial, 
up implies down.
Existence enfolds emptiness,
sadness the clown.

There is nothing without something
no goodness without evil.
The sun points to rain
Love requires indifference, 
Hatred the same.

Complexity requires simplicity
The Many are still One.
Divided needs unity,
One second, eternity, while
Tyranny points to the free.

Yin and Yang is cosmic truth
the concept is universal.
All that is and is not
All that was and will be,
What could be and what cannot.

Embrace the opposites
in ourselves and each other;
feminine and masculine.
It is a true paradox,
we are all both yet just one.

Ice

Icy grey attitude
solid, frozen anger;
arrow aimed and shot,
made of crystal cold.

Marbled intensity,
frostbitten fear flying;
missiles strike, war is fought.
emotions uncontrolled.

Diamond desperation
chills to the inward bone.
Hardened spear hits the spot;
icicles of ire scold.

Sandy friction loosens
the grip of iced longing;
trampling all tempting thoughts,
plotting ever to be told.

Leaven raises and is warming,
melts the coldest of hearts;
Love's arrows freely sought
penetrate, defeat cold.

©2012 Cherie Boeneman

Where the Wind Blows (Haiku)

Wind blows where it wills,

Whispering as it travels;

Freedom's pure form.