’cause it would bring tears to your eyes
to know the life passed by
has been empty and so sad
about the long nights
the days of questioning why
as years filled with tears
made me just who I am
you know
when you lose too much
the desire to live another day
knocks at the heart
rumbles around in the mind
and with ounces of energy spent yesterday
trying to determine what is right
wrong
a dose of reality slaps me hard
I’m human
I cry
you don’t know how bleak or blind
life has made me sometime
but when you finish this page
you’ll know
to give thanks to those
who hold your hand
who listen and try to understand
and embrace your family and friends
like tomorrow may not come
then you’ll know
the difference between dark and light
what love is
you’ll gather up your memories
the smiles and laughter
place them in your silent moments alone
and know life is just a race
you finish
is just a pregnant theory
of heartstrings
waiting to vibrate
to just the right tune.We’ll meet in a diner one day
in the middle of nowhere
I’ll stare at you
over my coffee cup
while Johnnie Taylor
nudges us along from
the jukebox
singing “I found a love”.Meet me at the corner of
Riverside and Lemay
at the corner of Hope
and Dreams
meet me at a cafe
somewhere in Old Town
where the sound of
pretentious chatter,a car horn
serve as our love song.Meet me at the corner of
sunrise and sunset
during the fall,where nothing
moves except the torrent of
gold and copper from the trees.Meet me in that perfect moment
of laughter and smiles
where the sidewalk ends
where the sky and the rest
of our lives begin.Each word we speak is
fashioned from silver
so that our conversation is like
conducting a symphony
of beautiful chimes
where love blooms
each morning and noon
and late into the night.Meet me at the junction of
yesterday and tomorrow
where heaven meets earth
as hearts skip beats
lost so deep in love.We’ll gather up forever and ever
where a dog’s day meets
the cat’s meow
discuss our relationship
and I’ll give you my love is
cartoons
and you’ll give me your poetry
about meeting the man of
your dreams.I’ll meet you there.
Thank you for your comments, everyone! Much appreciated ;) ~Lindz
nice, nice haikus... i like how they titled haiku 1 and haiku 2
Being personally and newly connected to this wonderful artist, poet and activist from Vancouver BC, I have a bit more context than the rest of the readers here to a certain extent, which I feel quite thankful for. This gives me an opportunity to add a certain amount of written depth to what I think these stand for. These are only my opinions. In Haiku 1, my take is that as Westerners with enormous, flowing freedom that we have as citizens, we do hold that close to our hearts, and we can appreciate all of our rights, however, while we may be thankful for these privileges, we may also sometimes overlook them and take certain things for granted. With that said, when we go to, say, thirld world countries, we may not always understand the cultures and all of the intricacies that are occurring within that specific country. For example, if a non governmental organization (NGO) were to come and impose their own processes to fix an issue without actively listening to the true needs of the community, the impact may not be what that country is actually looking for or need. Meanwhile, these supposedly full proof solutions may not even be suitable in the end. International and intercultural communication play strong and important roles into all of this; active listening is key and primordial. These solutions might not always be "recognized" as indirectly stated. To me, the leaf is an individual and the trunk is the local community. Ideology feels like it's getting lost in the shuffle somewhere. For Haiku 2, I feel like this is more of a universal message that pinpoints: community and also, social change. Here, I could picture a group of activists gathering for a cause, creating awareness and building momentum to fight that specific cause. In the end, a strong community is formed and nothing can really stop them, putting aside any oppositions or challenges, because the community itself creates a movement for social change. Examples are endless. Finally, the initial "singing" occurs within ourselves and by doing so, we influence others around us and that "I' becomes "we" such as an activist turns into activists. Congratulations to Lindz for getting published in this wonderful online magazine. I believe that she's definitely a young, vibrant, up-and-coming female leader to watch in the near future as her current local reach will hopefully turn global one day. If you're on Twitter, you ought to follow her over at @lindzmarsh. Thanks for reading.
enjoyed these two poems much.