Second Grade Trauma

you made me cry when
I didn’t finish my lunch
I was shy and only eight
I was afraid to speak up
even though I knew the answer
I yearned for recess and smiled
only at the end of the day
did you know?
why are you the teacher
I remember?

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written for Poets United Midweek Motif – teacher

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baseball haiku

young boys reaching up
baseball sailing overhead
victory a dream

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The inspiration today at Carpe Dieum Haiku Kai are haiku by Cor Van den Heuvel

converence on the mound

the pitcher looks down

at the ball in his hand

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pitcher and catcher

head for the dugout

the batter stares at his bat

© Cor Van den Heuvel

Everyday Relationships

I wake from troubled dreams
shuffle wearily to the kitchen
my hair sticks up in some
outer-space hairdo, my favorite
pjs have holes at the elbows
I grunt a morning greeting
and you are there – smiling
with coffee ready and news
of the latest visitors to the
backyard bird feeder

image by Morgan Dragonwillow
image by Morgan Dragonwillow