A little boy skips
His hand in his mother’s hand
Beauty as light fades
My Neighbors Walking
Tag: poetry
Glaring Back At Fear
I find it hard at times
As fears creep forth
Snaring my heart
Corrupting my dreams
Distorting logic
Contorting my focus
Into destruction
I don’t understand it’s allure
And why it captivates me
But I shall refuse it’s temptation
And uphold my dreams
A Black History Month Haiku
Black History Month
We forget the dead, white guys
Just for this month
Seeking out ways to incorporate the these into my daily readings and writing. Are you doing anything creative?
Poetry’s Power
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?
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.
