Early morning rain
Disrupting outdoor planning
Well, we’re flexible
Awoke to the steady patter of a Seattle rain. For me, there’s something very calming about it. I guess it’s part of Seattle being home. There must be moss in my soul.
Category: Poetry
This Night: A Haiku
As I now lay here
The night’s silence calming me
My brain is active
This grey morning light
This grey morning light
Falls deftly through morning sky
Clouds from the ocean
On the Ganges’ Banks
In my mind’s eye
On the Ganges banks
Sunlight rises from the east
Comparative silence
As the city returns to life
A wee spot of melancholy in today’s daily haiku
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Outside My Window
Outside my window
Through the darkness of this night
Honeysuckle blooms
A Rainy Day In Seattle: Today’s Haiku
Another grey day
Rainfall has moistened the ground
Watching memories
It’s feels very much like September this morning. The ground is damp from overnight rain. I great the crows debating their aviary issues of the day.
Having spent most of my life in our around Seattle, this is a common vision. One that connects me to so many memories, good and bad. Today I’m remembering living in downtown Seattle. That was home for nearly 10 years after I got out of the Navy. Basically, most of my twenties.
A fascinating time of my life. Trying to understand my place in the world. Discerning my dreams and goals. Mostly discerning myself, and my soul as unique and individual. Before that I either lived at home, in a dorm, on a ship, or in a barracks. I’d never truly lived alone.
Pursuing Excellence
Believe in God’s light
Become the best I can be
Pursue excellence
Ownership is Empowerment
Ownership gives strength
The problems of someone else
Will never get solved
A haiku which considers the importance of owning our problems, and empowering ourselves to find solutions.
Reality and Possibility
Where is the boundary
Between reality
And possibility?