What can we now do
To face down our culture’s rage
Find a path to peace
Category: Haiku
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
Numb
Facing life’s cruelty
Weary of watching them crushed
Energy vanished
My Mind woke me
My mind waking me
So very much racing through
Still desire sleep
My mind can be quite creative in these odd hours. Often, though,my waking isn’t about creative expression rather regarding fear.
A Haiku About Mothers
Always honor her
For life is very fleeting
Time flees like fall leaves
I think about my mother often.
My mother died when she was forty. Weird to have outlived her.
I thrive in the predictable
Thriving on rhythms
Predictable patterns help
Free me from stresses
Chaos stresses me, for good and for ill. Looking back, I once believed I was adventuresome. Now, I see my delusion. Joining the Navy wasn’t radical. Well, I was born in a Naval hospital. There was nothing more known to me. Interesting this notion, embedded within my skull, that this adventure seeker persona was what I was supposed to be. Thus I always presented myself that way. Certainly believed that I was. Now I’m pleased with my domestic persona. That I’m stable, steadfast and sturdy. Funny that my career is full of change elements. And unsought for ones, too. But that’s another post.
Awoke by my racing mind
Resisting waking
My chaotic mind distorts
Damaging my rest
My mind gets going, laden with fear and energy, heat building up in my scalp as the unfocused fears run unburdened by logic or balance. Unreasonable and irrational, disrupting my rest and my day.
Hope’s Inspiration
As I look forwards
Inspired for the future
I’m embracing hope
I need more time
Needing much more time
So much needing to be done
Hints of Autumn leaves
Life is so busy at times, it’s ready to lose focus. I forget what’s important, ending up weary. Remember to focus on what gives you energy, what gives you life.
Too early in the morning
It’s not quite six yet
Which I still find “too early”
The boy’s in high school
I’m still adapting to the high school schedule. That will come. That will come.
Waging Peace
If we all wage peace
Perhaps sanity will reign
Deny destruction