A Morning Song

Most every day, a song echos in my mind as I wake. The universe often speaks to me in song.

This morning I woke to U2’s “40” and the line “how long, to sing this song?”

My heart troubled by the world’s rage soaked violence, by another bloody day. Will humanity expand out of it’s ego before the world’s burned into obliteration by hubris? Will I get to see that day? How long, my friends. How long?

This evening’s haiku, May 28, 2020

blossom petals fall

with their vibrant, violet hues

hinting at summer

Against all odds, I hold onto hope. Hard in this mad , rage-filled world.

This morning’s haiku: this age of rage

in this time of rage

invective traded like cash

poetry’s my peace


Checked Twitter this morning. So much rage. I’m not sure there’s not anyone without veins bulging nor invective dripping from their lips, a poison so sweet, so deadly. 

I’m glad I have this little garden on the internet, where I can delight in life and growth, not what’s been burned beyond recognition.

Word of the Day Challenge: Senryu

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Today’s Word of the Day challenge is “Acid“. I found this pretty challenging. Finally, I came up with the notion below.

like a strong acid
such a corrosive people
crafting so much pain

Devouring Rage

We devour rage

And it seeps into our bones

One tweet at a time 

A meditation on modern culture. Am I off base? What do you think? 

~Carl 

A Choice: Rage or Peace. Today’s #Haiku

Ugliness rises
And I must choose rage or peace
I seek out beauty

Modern Culture

Dignity and grace?

As I view this cool, grey morn

I hear echo’s rage

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.