I dig computers
seeking confidence
channel Earnest Hemingway
a bad ass poet
Well, I believe this is better labelled “senryu”. The roots of my malaise? This feeling of inadequacy, that i should be doing something great, followed by debilitating, negative self talk. I thought a great poets who have a great bearing. Hemingway captures that confident bearing, which I seek to install within me perfectly.
tide moves against sand
with air dancing upon waves
heron’s patient stealth
with the solstice past
daylight stays with us longer
spring whispering now?
the sky’s in labor
as dawn awaits to be born
the sky whispers “push”
dreams arise again
fears, one after another
barren branches sing
hands held in the night
comforting in the darkness
as autumn approachesa
A little haiku i wrote a few months back. I thought it reflects a key part of what love is. Especially the kind of love that lasts for decades.
within this metal
this writer’s soul delighted
festive tinsel’s song
clouds dancing eastwards
souls uncovering new dreams
wind chimes whispering
ghosts of flowers
memories of summertime
echoes of love songs