Daylight moves slowly
Gently across the park’s grass
Dew disappearing
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.
Anthony Bourdain: A Eulogy In Haiku
His death striking me
Suicide’s painful cruelty
What ate his heart so?
I learned a lot from him
Though we weren’t friends, nor had met
But that’s not the point
His show connected with me
I felt a kinship via his journeys
And deeper knowledge
His travels: unique
He went off the beaten path
A road less taken
His show; self-aware
Acknowledging some deceits
Never caught a fish
No angel was he
A comfort with his darkness
Yet not quite enough
Bourdain won Emmys
And also a Peabody
Awards can’t save us
“Everything” he had
All the pieces he held up
Yet he felt despair
His pain surfacing
After great wealth and great fame
Worse than in failure
So many faiths
Preach there’s more to our lives
Than wealth or our fame
There’s an emptiness
In this life we envision
We must be wary
A Flower After The Rain
As the rain had passed
This flower’s glory shines forth
And then the light shifts
Pity
A worthless feeling
Are those focused on demeaned?
Seek dignity’s path
New Mexico Meditation
These adobe walls
With vibrant reds and deep browns
Feeling the desert
A haiku From My Evening Walk
With the sun’s motion
And the light starting to fade
Night’s calmness coming
Captain America: A Haiku
Over the decades
His journey reflecting us
And the ways we’ve changed
A thought about taekwondo
Bodies in motion
With the power of our minds
Martial arts’ beauty,
I’ve been studying taekwondo for several years. I’ve been a black for s could years know. I love the beauty, the strength, and grace. And,just importantly, I adore the community that is my humble school’s.
Cling to Hope
Fear is powerful
Yet only hope can transform
Cling strongly to that
It’s hard, at times, to fnd the light in the dark. Seek it out, nurture it. It is there, and will grow stronger.
A Meditation This Memorial Day
Please remember why
So many giving their lives
Bird song on marble
As a young man, I was quite proud of my decision to join the Navy. No plans for great and noble sacrifice. My future was what mattered; potential, possibility. There were thoughts of glory, but not of sacrifice.
I’m sobered as I remember my youth. The naivete. The impulsiveness. The reckless spirit. The commitment to my friends. A child in so many ways, carrying amazing responsibility. I held the keys to horror. Mistakes could mean anguish and death for my friends, my crew, those I loved, and for countless innocents.
I’ve seen the face of parents who’ve lost their children. Of wives who lost their husbands. The promise of youth shattered to pieces. That leaves a horrible swath of destruction within hearts.
I consider all of this as I look upon this day and it’s symbolism. There’s so much we have yet to learn.