Scattering Seeds 02/09/10

I scatter seeds
throw them about me
with no regard to the soil
no thought of the climate
no expectations for the future

some may sprout and grow
others wither and sere
yet others produce beautiful fruit
full of internal rot

what comes of these seeds
is not mine to control
all I can do
is try to spread more than enough
so the future may
be fertile

©2010-Art Belliveau

sedoka 02/08/10

walking through this life
seemingly invisible
as the world just looks through me

always out of place
their mocking laughter makes clear
I’ll never be accepted

©2010-Art Belliveau

I hope... 02/07/10

I hope you know
how hard it is
hard for me
to walk up
walk up to you

I hope you hear
my hesitation
struggling to draw
the breath
needed to speak
to speak to you

I hope you see
the hope in my eyes
the hope that you will be reached
reached by the words
as they leave my mouth
and enter your ears

I hope you know
how hard it is
hard to work up the courage
to break through my shell
my shell of isolation
of fear
of loneliness
of safety
to take the chance
to reach out to you

©2010-Art Belliveau

senryu 02/06/10

I’m trying to think
but other’s words invade and
lay waste to my mind

©2010-Art Belliveau

overload 02/05/10

information doubles
and redoubles
forming
an endless sea
covered by unrelated
flotsam and jetsam
miles wide
shallow enough to wade through
even as a relation is made
between some byte of info
and another
even as some sense is made
of some portion of this mess
more and more info pumps in
ensuring that
the whole picture will be
forever obscured

©2010-Art Belliveau

Last Minute 02/04/10

Deadlines come rushing, they’re almost here
Obstacles pop up, around them you steer
The finish line looms—you’re nearly done
Last minute means panic, and stresses, and fun

You feel your heart pumping strong in your chest
You know that you’re giving it your very best
For sheer exhilaration it can’t be outdone.
Last minute means panic, and stresses, and fun

So you laugh to yourself as you finish the task
The labors are done, in the glory you’ll bask
At beating the deadline by seconds, you’re number one
Last minute means panic, and stresses, and fun

©2010-Art Belliveau

senryu 02/03/10

quiet afternoon
lightning strikes from a clear sky
i am thunderstruck

©2010-Art Belliveau

2/02/10

the words go whizzing past
mine at you
yours at me
flung like spears
pointed and barbed
preconceptions reign
new points of view evaded
we dig in
entrenched in our own ideas
our own righteousness
never allowing for the word weapons
to be deployed
in more peaceful ways
for the facts
would only be in the way

©2010-Art Belliveau

haiku 02/01/10

cold rain drizzles down
stars blotted out by grey clouds
how long till morning?

©2010-Art Belliveau

senryu 01/31/10

time is too fickle
it can never seem to choose
too fast or too slow

©2010-Art Belliveau