The Flower’s Voice

As summer begins

Plenty of sunshine and warmth

A flower’s voice heard

A Father’s Day Haiku

Father's Day Haiku June 17, 2108

 

A joyous privilege

To watch these children grow up

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Fatherhood is an amazing privilege. Watching, not just my son, but all these kids around him, grow into these interesting and amazing young men and women fills me with pride and wonder.

A Video Recommendation: Anything Worthwhile Takes Time

As I’m want to do, and have received a modicum of fame for, let me start with a haiku:

Such a simple phrase:

“Anything Worthwhile Takes Time”

Not the common view

I’ve long followed Ms. Millman: somewhere around 7-8 years. A long time. And, considering the modern view of time, a VERY long time. Lot’s changed over that time. Especially me. As I keep moving forward, keep learning, keep trying to be better, I become better.

Daylight’s Motion

Daylight moves slowly

Gently across the park’s grass

Dew disappearing

Anthony Bourdain: A Eulogy In Haiku

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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