In this age of rage
Where invective flows freely
Seek this voice of grace
Tag: poem
A haiku about seasons, change and a tad bit about love
This flower’s beauty
Transformative and quite brief
New life comes through change
This world burns with negative energy. Fear, distrust and rage so very of this world. I seek yo mollify that. I wonder if, perhaps, through poems and a bit of compassion, maybe I can help humanity grow its connection to itself. I see that as out species’ path to survival.
May each of you always find beauty and joy in life.
Sunlight Rising
A moth fluttering
Upon the grass stalks
The rising sunlight
Exploring Home
I seek out beauty
The glories of Washington
My ancestors speak
Poetry’s PowerÂ
Once I was told
Poetry’s power
Comes from framing
Life so uniquely
That people see
Truths they’re hiding from
Experimenting with using the graphic to separate my prose from the poem. What do you think?
Standing Atop A Mountain: A HaikuÂ
Standing in the wind
Atop a barren mountain
Alone with my dreams
A Moral Compass
Easy to get lost
Gazing into the future
If the compass lost
Within Fears
This night’s emotion
As I seek tranquility
Buried within fears
Walking Through A Suburban Evening
I walked under street lights
The cooler air brings darkness earlier
Looking up, between
Orangey/Yellow globes
Through the furry firs
Upwards amidst these
Bright blue and white ghosts
Of my childhood
Where I would
Drift through the cosmos
Guard Dog
Easy slumber
Fur faded
Over many sunsets
No notice
Of my journey
Guardian of his
Dreams