Character Study: N.L

N.L is sunshine and smiles.
Precocious,
Gregarious,
Delight in delicate incarnation.

She is eager and earnest,
Happy to help.
A responsible little heart.

She watches over the littlest,
And loves the the ones in need - no matter their size.

She is the beauty of a rose before it buds.
Or of green fruit in young spring's glow.

Inaugurated, but the best is yet to come.
An outline still waiting for the details.

Cheer and curls,
Innocent grace,
And sweet affection.

A quick head,
An eager mind,
A noble friend.
A little sprig to water with love.

A Haiku for the Busy Man

No brain left
Too many events
Try next week

Poseidon's Fury (Part Two)

I wonder sometimes if it's worth it to hope,
Have I tethered my heart with too long a rope?
I have let myself love, and be loved in return;
But it seem up to chance if I'm wanted or spurned.

Perhaps it's a fear spawned from my head alone,
Insecurity, pain, and heart walled with stone,
But the masonry's cracking, the structure is weak,
When I let you inside, it started to leak.

If it weren't for that fracture, Poseidon would fall.
Nothing could scale or damage my wall.

Addendum

Ashes to ashes, stonework to dust.
Mankind is a tangle of virtue and lust.

Standing on friendship is risky support,
Affections are fleeting and lifetimes are short.

Love without pain is not love from the soul,
But love without love takes a terrible toll.

Brothers will fail, parents reject,
Sisters abandon, so be circumspect.

Nourish your heart, but don't cage it fast.
Disappointment's a symptom of having a past.

There is no solution but hoping for grace,
And looking for goodness in every trace.

Poseidon's Fury (Part One)

An island surrounded by oceans of fear
No boat, no life, only memories here
Knee deep in the ocean I call out your name
As a tide of small failures swamps me with shame

The waters are restless - they shift and retreat
To let giants arise from the sand at my feet.
They darken the sky and pull in the tide,
And strip me of every vestige of pride.

Alone in the wet surf, unsteady and cold,
I conjure your image and try to be bold

I long to feel your strength at my back,
Your courage would help me withstand this attack.
You are never afraid. Always cheerful an calm.
Your affection is armor, your belief is a balm.

But no matter how desperate or pleading my cry
The wind bends the sound to a mocking reply.
I know you won't come, we are miles apart
And the distance is tearing a hole in my heart.

You cannot not save me or strengthen my hand.
I'm alone in the salt spray, the storm, and the sand.