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“Almost A Haiku, For You” by Trevor Witt

Dedicated to You.
Were you something other than you,
That simply would not do.

Almost a haiku, for you,
Structures well defined,
Your idiosyncrasies.

Your needs and your wants,
In which my hope sprouts from seeds,
Are the soils I seek.

Your roots are hidden,
But I will tend to your growth,
Picking weeds, watering you.

Seasons of your life,
Winters of despair, anguish,
Springs of butterflies,

Autumns of changes,
Fear not your pruning,
For your leaves will touch the sky.

Were you a flower,
Other than your face,
The garden could not replace

Your humor, your love,
Your laugh and your kindness,
Your frustrating mess.

The waves of the wind
Carry tales of you,
Other stories would not do.

Were you a tall tree,
Or a blade of grass,
You’d still be my most important mass.

My Sun shines for you,
As you grow tall and evolve,
‘Round you, I revolve.

“Who Are You” by Trevor Witt

Sometimes the answer is not action, but stillness,
Contemplate your nonbeing as much as your being.
What do I mean?
What does “I” mean?
What is it that you want?
What is it that you are?
Who are you?
If you are nothing?

(Are you everything?)

“In Between Inebriated and Caffeinated” by Trevor Witt

In between inebriated and caffeinated,
There is a strange, stupefying state,
Whereby sober and solemn convictions congregate,

And silliness disappears from between the ears,
And mirth manages to run and hide,
And merrymaking dares not to step outside.

The smile upon the face is soon replaced,
By a serious, sanctimonious, grim, grave stare,
Or a proud, but pained protruding grimace.

Inevitably, such a person turns to sense,
To make logical prescriptions and demands,
Upon others’ plans, and upon their laboring hands.

“Have to”, “should”, and “must” are their favorite words,
Along with proclamations of “can’t”, “won’t”, and “don’t”,
To which I say, “Cheers! A drink for my friend professing the absurd!”

“Baby Steps” by Trevor Witt

Baby steps,
I fall down,
And cry.
I get back up,
And try again,
Crawling,
Waddling,
Wobbling with each step,
Barely balanced,
But going forward.
Soon, I’m walking.

Falling down again,
I get bruised,
Spraining an ankle,
Breaking a toe,
While taking a tumble.

Back to a waddle,
With a crutch,
And then a cane,
I take one step at a time,
Until I can walk again!

Life is a marathon,
Of baby steps.
So I get back up,
Fall down again,
Get back up,
And keep trying until the end!