My mind is racing
Thoughts I do not want to think
I’m deeply weary
Category: General Musing
Wednesday Morning Haiku
At the week’s middle
My alarm’s song is calling
I love the snooze bar
A meditation on brokenness
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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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p style=”font-family:"”>Am I pretentious enough
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