Haiku for Richard
by C. K. Jester-Young
Copyright © cky, 2006
You may not know why
A complete stranger should want
To write you haiku

So I'll start at the
Beginning, and perhaps build
A story from here


I'm Chris, the Young One
An incurable cupid
A broker of love

Everyday, when I
See a new relationship
Squeeing becomes me


You can bet I was
Quite thrilled when you got with one
Hannah two months back

For she seemed to have
Banished all the spectres of
Your lonesome poems


But now the wind's changed
You don't even mention her
In your author page

This cupid sits here
Hoping that your world has not
Fallen into shreds


It's not my business
But I feel compelled to give
Solidarity

If you should need it
This cupid's ears are all yours
With no strings attached


To everyone else
I offer my compassion
Should your need arise

Just write me a note
And I'll reach out with a hand
And a poem too
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Details
Language: English
Category:
Poetry > Human Nature > Haiku
Date Added:
2nd of January 2006, at 12:27 pm
Last Updated:
3rd of January 2006, at 2:38 pm
Word Count: 165
Favourites: 1
Notes
Written 2006-01-03. Have I said too much? Have I assumed too much? Hopefully neither.

No, I take that back. I hope they haven't split up.
Comments
All comments welcome.
Comment by SecretLobster
30th of January 2006, at 3:49 pm
(English)
SecretLobster
Oh I see, this poem does actually relate to me then.

I completely understand and accept that things have taken a severe turn for the worst for me.

I feel more lonely and more empty than ever at the moment and nothing is helping. Most of my poetry, especially my latest ones, is based around emotions I feel or things I feel about other people.
They are outlets for my built up negative emotions that build up but even these cannot help me at the moment.

As for Hannah...she made it clear that she needed a break because she was struggling with things and I accepted that. But now I am having problems of my own which have destroyed most of my confidence.
Comment by cky
11th of February 2006, at 5:01 pm
(English)
cky
I have a feeling that much of your recent poetry revolves around your love for a certain someone, be they fictional or real. Of course I hope it's a real person, who will somehow find your poems here and decide that, yes!, they love you too. But that's my cupid side speaking. :-)

It's truly dreadful when even poetry isn't a sufficient outlet for sharp emotions. There's only been a couple of times when I went through that, and the scars from my own personal release remain plain to see. If you've had to go to such means or worse, my sorrow is definitely with you. :hug:

I notice that Hannah has made a brief return. If Hannah sees this, hi, hope you're doing better! (It's not my style to approach people; I'm too much of an introvert, preferring others to seek me out instead. :-P)

Self-confidence: may you meet an angel who will help you find it!

All the best,
Chris.
love is an irresistibly seductive vampire; even in shock from the bite, one must thank the creature for the pain with poetry. —jen
Comment by SecretLobster
11th of February 2006, at 7:29 pm
(English)
SecretLobster
I certainly have no love for myself, hate comes to mind more likely.

:| Is my poetry revolving around someone fictional or real...yes, but I won't endulge anymore on this subject and no, I don't believe they would feel the same way so I feel upset by the fact that I am losing alot of emotional energy over it :(
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