Distant Land, Outdoors

Land I’ve only heard described

Distant lovely country, “Outdoors”

Heart has not had pleasure, ne’er travels

Yet imagines people working, playing

‘Neath trees’ vast branches’ sway, or yes

By beaches’ sparkle, wading…and oh, I’m told

Of bluest sunny skies…delightful dream, to visit

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.



Never Be Over

*Line for this week:  Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare.

I recall hearing, “Some day, this

Will be over—only remembered like

Some half-felt and fading nightmare”.

It was a lie…cold, cruel and empty

Spoken by an arrogant someone

Trying to convince me of his superior

Intelligence, wise experience.

It would never be over, never be

Only half-felt…it’s the nightmare

That never fades.

Agony of riding edge of insanity is

Tense, breathless, sick-to-your-stomach

Dizzy dance which goes round

And round, like a circle in a spiral.

Do I digress?

Had no way to duck temptation…

No text, script to follow.

Murky mind can’t tell difference

Between love, need, hatred…they swirl

Together in whirlpool; reason

Trounced, drowning denied.

What lives on within painful pulse…

Undead passion for gone-love, ghost-love.

How can anyone hate desperate

Child with hungry heart?

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.







All People Matter!

This haiku was prompted by the recent death of George Floyd, and all people “of color” (men, women, children of every race) who are denied respect, dignity, justice—and a full life.  It’s 2020, and shameful that it remains necessary to declare, “Black Lives Matter”.  All People Matter!


Snagged on mind’s blather

Respect did slink from bosom…

End racial assaults

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.