a vanilla cone
perfect for a blazing day--
melting on the street
©2011-Art Belliveau
30 April 2011
27 April 2011
haiku 04/27/11
Armageddon sounds
but it’s not a tornado--
a low flying jet
©2011-Art Belliveau
but it’s not a tornado--
a low flying jet
©2011-Art Belliveau
Near Miss 04/26/11
Still.
Calm.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
Stagnant summer night.
Close, waiting, motionless, deathlike.
Sudden wind gusts shatter the calmness, bend the trees low.
Rushing currents of air whistle, moan, and shriek loudly.
Then, suddenly, they stop again.
The storm’s slipped on by.
In its wake
New life
Has
Come.
©2011-Art Belliveau
Calm.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
Stagnant summer night.
Close, waiting, motionless, deathlike.
Sudden wind gusts shatter the calmness, bend the trees low.
Rushing currents of air whistle, moan, and shriek loudly.
Then, suddenly, they stop again.
The storm’s slipped on by.
In its wake
New life
Has
Come.
©2011-Art Belliveau
26 April 2011
Late at Night, I Think of You
It’s time for me to start anew,
Time to move forward on my own.
But, late at night, I think of you.
To the past I’ll bid adieu,
Yet reap the seeds I’ve careless sown.
It’s time for me to start anew.
Making tough choices is overdue.
It’s hard to leave the life I’ve known.
But, late at night, I think of you.
Now that my world’s been knocked askew,
And the lie put to all I thought I’d known,
It’s time for me to start anew.
I have no doubt I’ll muddle through,
And if I must, I’ll walk alone.
But, late at night, I think of you.
As always I’ll do what I must do,
And move ahead to... where? Unknown.
It’s time for me to start anew.
But, late at night, I think of you.
©2011-Art Belliveau
Time to move forward on my own.
But, late at night, I think of you.
To the past I’ll bid adieu,
Yet reap the seeds I’ve careless sown.
It’s time for me to start anew.
Making tough choices is overdue.
It’s hard to leave the life I’ve known.
But, late at night, I think of you.
Now that my world’s been knocked askew,
And the lie put to all I thought I’d known,
It’s time for me to start anew.
I have no doubt I’ll muddle through,
And if I must, I’ll walk alone.
But, late at night, I think of you.
As always I’ll do what I must do,
And move ahead to... where? Unknown.
It’s time for me to start anew.
But, late at night, I think of you.
©2011-Art Belliveau
haiku 04/24/11
frozen moonlight falls
turning summer to winter
on a hot, June night
©2011-Art Belliveau
turning summer to winter
on a hot, June night
©2011-Art Belliveau
haiku 04/23/11
stars dance overhead
as the wind begins to blow--
pirouetting leaves
©2011-Art Belliveau
as the wind begins to blow--
pirouetting leaves
©2011-Art Belliveau
senryu 04/22/11
a hard week’s over
the end of the year’s in sight
four Fridays to go
©2011-Art Belliveau
the end of the year’s in sight
four Fridays to go
©2011-Art Belliveau
21 April 2011
enter here with care 04/21/11
enter here with care
my heart needs repair
it's true
you must be aware
i will take this dare
will you?
i will not despair
we can make repair
we two
©2011-Art Belliveau
my heart needs repair
it's true
you must be aware
i will take this dare
will you?
i will not despair
we can make repair
we two
©2011-Art Belliveau
20 April 2011
hay(na)ku & reverse hay(na)ku 4/20/11
i
am just
enjoying the moment
i have strength
for nothing
else
©2011-Art Belliveau
am just
enjoying the moment
i have strength
for nothing
else
©2011-Art Belliveau
19 April 2011
clean slate 04/19/11
summer storm
washes cares away
tensions ease
worries flow
the slate's cleaned for another day
and i feel renewed
©2011-Art Belliveau
washes cares away
tensions ease
worries flow
the slate's cleaned for another day
and i feel renewed
©2011-Art Belliveau
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