lovewords // 40 haikus
for Christopher.
may 2013
Ø To Christopher
> Some lovewords. To celebrate.
> Forty turns round the sun.
Ø > Golden hour. My books. D&D
one.
happy
birthday love
two score. good, round, lithesome age
some tart. plenty sweet.
two.
sunset.
drive to dave's.
fire. beer. talk under the stars
sleep under the table
three.
unfettered
childland
hillsadventuresbackyardpool
best friend, a stone's toss
four.
black
teeshirt. black hat.
grimy with dust, sweat, dirt, work
sexy. yes.
five.
we build
nests wherev’
we are. comfy, colors, rich
delicious. feasts. us.
six.
I think
we have left
a whole colony of notes
small whiteblack lovebirds
seven.
our love for this land
runs deep, marrow pulses bone
furrow in spring soil.
eight.
we are
separate
yet so very intertwined
which song yours, which mine
nine.
grief spilleth over
but we thrive, barnacles
on a gilded ship
ten.
eves
spent cooking
pots sizzling, veggies herbs cut
broth. brew. roast. stew. bread.
eleven.
unsurprisingly,
you are a magnificent
papa. a golden mean.
twelve.
very how
can a sister
be so sweet? finest of fine
our Lizzie delight
thirteen.
summer
camp for tough
kids. I wouldn't last a day.
you love it and thrive.
fourteen.
seen: two
swarms of bees
one on the camino, one
far, one near. beehouse
fifteen.
busy boy
busy
golden locks and imp smile. all
throw and love and climb.
sixteen.
tents:
under the aspens
big trees, rain, the sea, moonfields
roads wide and narrow.
Seventeen.
we loved
being on
the border of sun and fog
all green. sweet strange light.
eighteen.
we have a
girl whose
mind is as big as her heart
as her rippling laugh
nineteen.
drum drum
laughing boy
sparkle eyes, run running run
sweet smart updown boy
twenty.
two fab
OK folk
after peregrinations
arrive home, saint fe
twentyone.
all those
years - friends, pints,
puppets, songs, weed, class, nights, hack -
stories best of all
twentytwo.
you climb
through window
or maybe a door, late night
my charming, daring prince
twentythree.
we built
a kingdom
of arms incorporated
us. iterations.
twentyfour.
hundreds
times thousands.
you have held me as I cried
rivers. torrents. still.
twentyfive.
holding
our child
together those first nights, a
deep deep magic. peace.
twentysix.
your mind
is shining
sharp, a bright curiosity.
inspires and lifts.
twentyseven.
I miss
you of course
lots. and so proud of your
work. practical dreams.
twentyeight.
pages and
pages
(is Gandalf reading the times?)
close my eyes, they sing
twentynine.
friends
at our table.
dishes and plates and laughter
music. plenty delight.
thirty.
a bed
boat for two
then three. now four. good comfort
good rest. good great love
thirtyone.
weaving
parts of our
life walking. coast and mountain
way and camino.
thirtytwo.
am sorry
for sharp
retorts, snips and snaps. know they're
my shit. your constant love.
thirtythree.
you're so
damn funny
it's my bread and water and wine
glue that holds the world
thirtyfour.
epilepsy!
our
kids are shouting. an odd
apt chorus. oh well.
thirtyfive.
palacehouse.
yandaland.
adored adobe abode
funk and fab. our place.
thirtysix.
good.
benchlaundrytoad
anklespuffinwarmerspants
beckystravel. stuff
thirtyseven.
saint fe.
golden gate.
nuevo york. europawalks
america sul. home.
thirtyeight.
first nyc
flat
perfect for ballroom and nest
taiwan squash out back
thirtynine.
my sweetlad. your breath
against my neck, our hands, back
I hold you sleeping
forty.
we are.
rock. earth. sky.
foundation. fundamental.
your sage. my robin.
one to grow on.
what a
lot of love
what a lot of love. what a
lot of love…….hooray!
maybes:
you could
have set up
house there, stunning rhythms
pulse. factory shows
hundreds,
thousands, hours
of calls, across oceans land
heartbeats, kicks, all us
I thought
for years you
were the buddha. know you, full
of dark. still. so wise.
If you asked me and
They did, I’d say no. I was
Wonderfully wrong.
grief, so
deep, acute
missing. too much at times, how
much deeper, all love
so much love, beauty and feeling. thanks.
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