Rage’s engine roars
A machine that churns out death
While rotting out souls
Seems this is the favorite piece of equipment to operate anymore.
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.
A Friday Night In The Suburbs
Birds break the silence
No cares for propriety
Suburbia’s charms
I hope your Friday night we lovely. Tis now time for slumber to dominate.
As I Seek To Simplify
Simplifying life
This quest I’m launching upon
Birds fly in the rain
Laying in the dark: meditating
I lay in the dark
My eyes feeling drawn downwards
Peace in the silence
A starry, winter’s night
I see stars at night
Brutally cold air descends
Sunlight in the morn
This Stargazing Youth
As I look upwards
Orion’s belt reminds me
This stargazing youth
So many memories, laying in the grass, eyes skyward, my dreams moving at lightspeed.
Walking Alongside The River
After days of rain
The river’s running quite high
An eagle watching
Evaluating Life
Evaluating
Are actions aligned with goals?
Deliberate change
Doing some personal evaluation right now. Clarifying my goals: what I want to do, what I want my life to mean. Hard, but necessary, especially when I put everything on the table: nothing sacred, all challenged. Ensuring only what is truly enriching remains.
This kind of work is hard. Rewarding, but hard. Hard to look at decisions and paths thinking “is it time to let this go”? But that’s the only way to keep moving forward.
Poetry as Witness
My heart now broken
Grace within the brutalized
Within all this? Hope!
I finally listened to this story this evening. This gem comes from the CBC.
The Indian schools were a period of unmitigated evil. It breaks my heart to see the savagey with which we were delighted to
Freedom’s Conundrum
Freedom’s conundrum
By being unlimited
Discipline saves us