This Monday morning
My alarm speaks its crass words
My reflex: resist
Ah, the glories of Monday morning’s and those alarm clocks.
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.
The Subconscious: A Meditation
This lake, rippleless
Voices from within our depths
Currents flowing deep
Where wind and wave collide
With wind blowing strong
These bold and daring people
Weren’t cowed by this storm
I wrote this haiku watching these two ignore cold and rain, dancing where wind and wave collide.
Today’s Daily Prompt: Frigid
I’m not asleep
Night fell long ago
Yet sleep is avoiding me
I hear the highway
Oh sleep, I’ve requested your presence some time ago. Sigh…
Oh well, at least I can sleep in tomorrow.
To live where my grandparents lived
I live amongst ghosts
My grandparent’s memories
Amidst these very trees
I walk the same streets my grandparents did. It fills me with connection to this place. Time become more fluid.
The Faithful Skeptic
The faithful skeptic
Balancing my need to KNOW
With my need to trust
Birds Singing at Dawn
The day’s beginning
With amazing potential
Bird’s singing at dawn
Early morning with birds singing boldly. I’m not quite ready to leave the comfort of bed and blankets. The sky slowly lightens, second by second.
The Digital Mind
Light and colors dance
Within the digital mind
Silicon children
Birds Awakened
This morning’s still dark
Abrupt noise into silence
Birds have awakened
This morning’s first birdsong came while I was dosing. Jarring enough to yank my attention. Does the first bird to speak get the early worm? Ot, perhaps, he gets the girl?