human reflexes
to inflict pain upon those
we believe hurt us
A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.
June 4, 2020: Reflexes of Pain
Category: Poetry
Rain in the Moonlight
rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeams
An afternoon haiku
fresh spring rains
glistening sunlight
bees hidden
June 2, 2020 Haiku
a springtime moment
some cat holding a sparrow
blood on its whiskers
These are troubling times, aren’t they? I wonder what it would take for humanity to seek connection instead of division. Perhaps I’m naive to think that such a thing is possible. Perhaps. Yet I’ll cling to my hope.
Thunder in the Morning : A Haiku
rolling with the rain
there’s thunder in Seattle
the crows now silent
I wasn’t expecting thunder and lightening this morning. That’s rather atypical for Seattle. It brings back many memories for me, though. Life in the tropics had many joys.
Haiku: May 29, 2020
blossoms falling
bees move to the next bloom
my feet on concrete
This evening’s haiku, May 28, 2020
blossom petals fall
with their vibrant, violet hues
hinting at summer
Against all odds, I hold onto hope. Hard in this mad , rage-filled world.
An evening haiku : May 27, 2020
the sun through the trees
lovely warmth upon my skin
while junkos fly past
My evening walks have been a key element of my sanity during these trying times. The weather’s been lovely, so this walk has been truly wonderful.
This morning’s haiku: this age of rage
in this time of rage
invective traded like cash
poetry’s my peace
Checked Twitter this morning. So much rage. I’m not sure there’s not anyone without veins bulging nor invective dripping from their lips, a poison so sweet, so deadly.
I’m glad I have this little garden on the internet, where I can delight in life and growth, not what’s been burned beyond recognition.
Word of the Day Challenge, May 26, 2020
Today’s Word of the Day challenge is “bosom”.
now hold each other
clutch children to our bosom
the world’s mad with rage