Another morning
Dreaming crafting the greatest future
Sitting silently
Category: Poetry
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
A Sunday Night Meditation
Life moves at this blur
Days blend together quickly
Cherish these moments
It’s hard at times to keep all this mental motion together. I blink and my son’s taller, the other children around become adults. And I age. Gracefully, I’m sure. But with certainty.
Tonight, As Sleep Approaches
Sleep approaches me
The darkness cocooning me
Rain gently falling
A busy day concluded. Time with dear friends exploring one of Seattle’s great landmarks. Now, though, it’s time to sleep.
I hope your day was rewarding, that it was all you’d hoped it would be.
Good night, dear ones, good night!
My Neighbors Walking
A little boy skips
His hand in his mother’s hand
Beauty as light fades
Glaring Back At Fear
I find it hard at times
As fears creep forth
Snaring my heart
Corrupting my dreams
Distorting logic
Contorting my focus
Into destruction
I don’t understand it’s allure
And why it captivates me
But I shall refuse it’s temptation
And uphold my dreams
Time to wake
Night is now ending
Though the sun has yet to show
Silence is breaking
Though early, it’s time to wake. Life’s demands, well, are demanding. There always something to do, a challenge to meet, life to live.
A Good Night Haiku
Tonight’s Good Night Haiku
As the night moves on
And my wakefulness ending
Slumber’s beauty calls
Good night, my internet friends
A Haiku Where I Contemplate A Cyberpunk Future
Slow integration
As we become a hive mind
Will we lose ourselves?
Happy Wednesday everyone!
*Updated to correct grammar and spelling