breadcrumbs

i write a trail of breadcrumbs
hoping against hope
that you will be able to follow
this ephemeral trace of my intentions
before it fades away

©2009-Art Belliveau

reading between the lines

reading between the lines
looking for words that
were meant but never written
seeking messages
that only you can find
hoping that the meaning you receive
is the meaning that was meant
and not just
wishful thinkiing

©2009-Art Belliveau

haiku 8/16/09

rain falls heavily
absorbed thirstily into
parched earth below

©2009-Art Belliveau

8/15/09

like a phantom limb
that still feels attached
that still feels pain
even absent
you are always with me

©2009-Art Belliveau

senryu 8/14/09

yawning my head off
school's first week is history
time to go to bed

©2009-Art Belliveau

The P.B. Solution

The P.B. Solution

Keeping a beagle busy
Isn’t very hard;
All you need is an open door,
And a great big, fenced-in yard.

But what if it is raining out,
Or it’s getting really late?
Then you just need some peanut butter--
Trust me, it works great!

Take a heaping fingerful
And stick it on top of her nose;
She will lick and lick and lick,
While jumping to and fro.

After all the p.b.’s eaten,
And she looks ready to calm down,
She’ll come back and beg for more--
To go another round.

So you just need good ole peanut butter,
When your beagle’s getting bored.
Just a simple fingerful,
And your her boredom will be cured.

©2009-Art Belliveau

Ladonia Night

under a moonless august sky
cranky crickets and desultory dogs
exchange repeated greetings
traffic from the unseen highway
adds an urgent undertone
of miles to go before sleep
fitfully a breeze eases past
cool currents of air
promising the summer’s heat
will one day end

©2009-Art Belliveau

haiku 8/11/09

sticking in my lungs
sludgy and thick--hard to breathe
peanut butter air

©2009-Art Belliveau

Triolet--The School Year Starts Up Once Again

The school year starts up once again.
Eager faces enter that first morn,
Ready once more to work with books and pen.
The school year starts up once again.
They make it through another year and then,
The cycle is reborn.
The school year starts up once again.
Eager faces enter that first morn.

©2009-Art Belliveau

8/09/09

I am
drowning in masks
I wonder
which one will I wear now
because
(of course)
it is too daunting to go out
exposed

©2009-Art Belliveau