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?
Tag: poetry
A Haiku As I Listen To Satie
Listening to Satie
These binary colored keys
Dancing summer light
I always envision Impressionistic artists as I listen to Satie. Just seems so perfect. Like Bach in cathedrals.
Tonight’s Hidden Moonlight
The hidden moonlight
Obscured from my view by clouds
Now to attain sleep
And now, and good night to you all.
Diversity: A Haiku
Each piece beautiful
Each distinctly unique
Each one critical
Simplicity
Simplicity’s grace
Enjoying “less” in this life
Minimalism
Simplicity
Simplicity’s grace
Enjoying “less” in this life
Minimalism
“…my mother died. I was with her. She is with me”
My mother died when I was 15. The impact lingers to this day.
So this piece by Masaru Goto struck me deeply:
“…my mother died. I was with her. She is with me”
I love the intersection of poetry and photography. I want to explore that myself.
A powerfully moving project.
West of invective
At times I weary
All this invective burning
I’m charred and hollow
Writing’s Mystery
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page
The definition of “Athletic”
As a youth
Athletic meant “jock”
Of which I did not align
Now things change
And I find myself
Within that fold
Strange changes
Of life