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Category: General Musing
My Weary Mind
My mind is weary
I find it hard to focus
Nighttime is calling
Suburban Night
Suburban silence
Raindrops rattling my roof
The beauty of home
A Walk Along The River
Along the river
My feet move through the sunlight
Serenity speaks
Is it pretentious to call myself a poet?
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Claiming me “poet”
Nighttime Dominates: An Evening Haiku
Nighttime dominates
Sleep continues its demands
I cannot resist
Beginnings
When we start anew
Beginnings have excitement
Amidst falling leaves
This Night: A Haiku
As I now lay here
The night’s silence calming me
My brain is active
On the Ganges’ Banks
In my mind’s eye
On the Ganges banks
Sunlight rises from the east
Comparative silence
As the city returns to life
A Rainy Day In Seattle: Today’s Haiku
Another grey day
Rainfall has moistened the ground
Watching memories
It’s feels very much like September this morning. The ground is damp from overnight rain. I great the crows debating their aviary issues of the day.
Having spent most of my life in our around Seattle, this is a common vision. One that connects me to so many memories, good and bad. Today I’m remembering living in downtown Seattle. That was home for nearly 10 years after I got out of the Navy. Basically, most of my twenties.
A fascinating time of my life. Trying to understand my place in the world. Discerning my dreams and goals. Mostly discerning myself, and my soul as unique and individual. Before that I either lived at home, in a dorm, on a ship, or in a barracks. I’d never truly lived alone.