Tread Lightly (haiku)

Okay, from my mother's collection:






Tread lightly
where white fallen petals lie,
lest we crush the scent – of
the almost night.

(c) Joanne Geary

Take Me Home (villanelle)

O! Where have you seraphim flown?
We're dropped like flies with back packs spread.
I hear you, please come take me home.

By night we pound steel, tread each step with dread
And together by day, as friends, break bread.
O! Where have you seraphim, flown?

The trenches run red and we're all near dead,
Amidst fire and mortar aimed at our heads.
I hear you, please come, take me home.

They've crawled ahead, who still hold stead,
Limbs drunk with lead, lie quadruped.
O! Where have you seraphim flown?

The sane are insane and like animals fled.
We huddle as thread, no prayers left unsaid.
I hear you, please come, take me home.

We've come for your own, names cast in black stone,
Oh! Where have you seraphim flown?
I hear you, please come take me home.

(c) Joanne Geary