Skip to content

Category: Poetry

I killed it.

I killed an insect on my desk this afternoon.
I’m not sure what it was, but it was probably harmless. 

I could have put it outside.
I could have gently shooed it somewhere else.
But, I didn’t.
I crushed it, with a tissue, so I wouldn’t dirty my fingers.

Now the stink of death lingers in the room, 
and I wonder where my heart’s gone.

.

June 4, 2025

At Odds with the Savage

The savage and I are at odds again today.
But, today, I’m not pacifying it. I refuse to play by its rules.
I will not coddle it, cuddle it, kiss it on its forehead today.
Today I resist. I argue. I rail against its every move. 

.

June 3, 2025

Haiku 2025.05.30 #1, #2

(Wanted to write about the storm I was listening to. Couldn’t decide which of these I liked, so I kept both.)

Sympathetic skies:
wind raging against the glass
wakes my mind’s shadows 

Thunder rumbling low:
how truly sympathetic
this wicked downpour 

6:50 p.m.

The author and site owner can be reached at leeundercedartrees@gmail.com.

All contents copyright their author, except where otherwise specified. No contents may be used without permission.