Monday, March 30, 2015

haiku #1

an orb of pure gold
hangs low in the matte black sky
the moon, majestic

© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2015


hurry home to my love, my love
let me anchor my hope in your love, love
don't let me drift too long uncertainly
certainly i will not survive the choppy seas of uncertainty

hurry home to my love, my love
let me pour out buckets of love, love
don't leave me to drown in this pool of emotion
certainly my survival is in your devotion

hurry home to my love, my love
come fill my heart-gap with love, love
don't let me settle on the water-bed below
certainly we can tread against the flow

hurry from across the oceans, my love
let us build a home out of our love
don't let time steal from our ecstasy
certainly we were meant to coexist in eternity

© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2015


when there is too much to say
silence still speaks on my behalf
unwarranted, it slanderously voices a meaning
louder than the words
i dare not whisper

i've been chewing on these words for months, years
but the bolus of hurt and apology and fault and pain and guilt and heartache
refuses to be assimilated
so i choke
on the mountain attempting to pass my cavernous throat

silence manages to saunter through the crevices
weightless, but heavy
delivering blows i no longer want to throw
cutting life-lines between me and you


you are the him who said he'd love me, but didn't
you are the him who i said i'd love but... can't
you are the him who i didn't love, but said i did
you are the him i want

you are the him separated from me
by words and the lack thereof
from things said and unsaid
done and undone
you are the one i have lost
or have yet to find

i imagine that my silence beckons to you in the late night
(as yours does to me)
whispering lies and truths, it betrays my position
but you send no cavalry to my rescue
no negotiations ensue

so my silence meets your silence
out on the open pastures
maybe they will succeed at the love
we could never capture

© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2015

Tuesday, March 24, 2015


some days are harder than others
to put you out of my mind
to forget that i am the other
foolishly waiting in time

some days are harder than others
because i refuse to let you go
and as i watch you loving others
my heart breaks, blow by blow

i can see more than you think i see
and know more than you know
like how you love the smell of lilies
and watching forests grow

i can be more beautiful than the lily
and than any tree you can find
just come back to my arms, you'll see...
or get the hell out of my mind

© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2015

Saturday, March 21, 2015


just saw the new pup, so...
i guess that's what's up?
told you to hurry up, but
yuh still a stir black coffee in yuh cup

© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2015

Wednesday, March 18, 2015


mi love betta hurry an come
two day now but it feel like a month
two year now an mi still feel di same
beg yuh nuh put mi poor heart to shame

© Chereese La-Vonne Ricketts 2015