As I glance skyward
Into this summer evening
Moving towards nightfall
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 summer night
Now that it is night
With clouds vanquished far away
Summertime feels here
This summer morning haiku
This summer morning
Seattle’s cool mistyness
Singing to my heart
Something about Seattle’s misty mornings speak to my soul.
Fear gains it’s power
Loving our neighbors?
From the seeds of our distrust
Fear gains its power
Rage’s Deceptions: A Haiku
Something to beware
Rage’s deceptive power
Corroding our souls
The next in my exploration of rage.
Hope: Rage’s Antidote
Rage’s hopelessness
It’s the mirror of despair
Hope: the antidote
Hope requires vision, and the belief that humanity can work together.
Counteracting the rage: a haiku
Fear births rage
So easily exploited
Instead, speak of hope
Countering rage with rage isn’t creatuve, isn’t beautiful. We only become more divided, leaving more scorched earth, more broken. We must remember community has value, too.
This Age of Rage: A Haiku
In this age of rage
Where invective flows freely
Seek this voice of grace
A Cycling Haiku
I move with the wind
Upon these steel wheels
Over asphalt night
I was able to ride this evening. Something I delight to do, though time has been challenging of late. The feeling of drifting over the road has long brought me tranquility and peace. A critical peace of my sanity while, as a young teen, I watched my mother consumed with cancer. Motion soothed my tortured soul.
This Friday morning: a haiku
And now dawn has come
Sleep kept this hidden from me
Until the birds called
