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?
Category: General Musing
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