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. 

An Early Morning Haiku

Yes, I am awake

And the birds sing with vigor

Dawn has not yet come

I’m amazed at the number of birds singing right now. Well, I think one of the loudest sounds is an insect, but I digress.  It’s quite boisterous. Oddly, as daylight comes their sounds will quiet. Perhaps just supplanted by human noise. Perhaps. 

Enjoying this quiet Saturday morning, a haiku

As I sit, awake

Enjoying this calm morning

We all needed rest

I’ve been awake for a bit, exploring Twitter, reading a bit. Now tea summons me. I must heed the call. 

A Haiku During Allergy Season 

When I said “haiku”
The response was “gesundheit”
Healthy poetry?

Anxiety and Mindless Guilt

Our hearts torture us
Pronouncing us quite guilty
Anxiety’s cruel

May 24, 2918

​May 24, 2918

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Despair Lies 

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A Productive Day

A productive day 

Maintaining my focus helps 

Fewer distractions

A Haiku On Design: The Poetry Of White Space 

Kerning crafts beauty 

The poetry of white space

Ink and paper play