Hi again, Jake! You helped get me through yesterday.
Last night, while listening to talk of cancer/hospice/apple orchards, I composed some poems in your honor:
Black hair and bright smile
Heart aches when you speak so soft
In the dark I fall
A desolate place
A chance for all you wanted
Now gone like the snow
You squint and grin back
I’ll be your revolution
Though not quite as cute
Blue yellow white colors
Relaxed serious poses
Work it for the fans
Yeah, they are silly and bad.
Yeah, I need a life.
Long time listener, first time caller…. lol
Hey, they are a bit silly, and you may be right, they may not be the best, but whatever gets you through. Hope you get well soon mate, keep up the good work ;o)
I don’t know…. I like the one that starts “a desolate place…” All haiku are supposed to have a season word, and yours does. It totally works. 🙂