Wind’s movement graceful
The earlier fortitude
Now a gentle song
Tag: haiku
I started writing haiku in my junior high creative writing class. After high school, though, when I started studying the Beat Poets, and Kerouac in particular, my fondness for this art form grew. I tend to focus mostly on the 5-7-5 style, but occasionally I explore further.
A Poet’s Response To “Houston Dad Handles Bully Beautifully”
This haiku came to me after reading “Houston Dad Handles Bully Beautifully“.
When facing evil
Focusing fully on grace
Always seek to grow
Grace can accomplish many great things, as it requires courage to step forward in such a way.
Siouxsie and the Banshees: A Haiku
I hear Siouxsie Sioux
Burning ash and destruction
Cities in the dust
The music of the 80s speaks to me. So many memories, pain and joy, anguish and exaltation.
We love to quarrel so
We love to quarrel
Satisfied with petty spite
Yet the sun will rise
Seeking Growth
With deepest rigor
I am always seeking growth
Autumn leaves still fall
Autocorrected Annoyances
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A Trip To Whidbey Island: A Haiku
A morning journey
Off to the nearby island
With people I love
Spent the morning over in Whidbey Island watching a cross country regional competition. I’ve known many of these kids their whole lives, so there a certain poignancy.
Looking nightward
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Nighttime Dominates: An Evening Haiku
Nighttime dominates
Sleep continues its demands
I cannot resist
In today’s cold fog: a haiku
In today’s cold fog
Sunlight never reached the ground
Winter approaches