A Black History Month Haiku

Black History Month
We forget the dead, white guys
Just for this month

Seeking out ways to incorporate the these into my daily readings and writing. Are you doing anything creative?

A Goodnight Haiku

Eyelids drooping down
My weariness at day’s end
Preparing for bed

This Sunday Afternoon

The sky bright
Through many clouds
Moving quickly
Above the trees
Sunlight caressed
By the wind

This Sunday Afternoon

The sky bright
Through many clouds
Moving quickly
Above the trees
Sunlight caressed
By the wind

A first thought this early morn 

A gentle breeze blows 

Branches scrape against my house 

This brusque goose-like cry

Startles me abruptly 

A first thought this early morn 

A gentle breeze blows 

Branches scrape against my house 

This brusque goose-like cry

Startles me abruptly 

Simplicity: The Beauty of Haiku

Life is so complex
The beauty within haiku
Ah! Simplicity!

Poetry’s Power 

Once I was told
Poetry’s power
Comes from framing
Life so uniquely
That people see
Truths they’re hiding from

Experimenting with using the graphic to separate my prose from the poem.  What do you think?

A Haiku As I Listen To Satie 

Listening to Satie
These binary colored keys
Dancing summer light

I always envision Impressionistic artists as I listen to Satie. Just seems so perfect. Like Bach in cathedrals. 

A Rainy Evening Haiku

Moonlight hides from me 

Behind the rain laden clouds 

Spots on my glasses