Our hearts torture us
Pronouncing us quite guilty
Anxiety’s cruel
Tag: senryu
Lovers of Violence
We love violence
Romance of the gunslinger
Murderous outlaws
This morning’s meditation
Circumstances speak
As I lay within my bed
Seeing life’s beauty
LISTENING To Music
As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical
Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value.
I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul.
As I Seek To Simplify
Simplifying life
This quest I’m launching upon
Birds fly in the rain
A Gray Morning
Today’s gray morning
Eventually sun will win
With afternoon warmth
A Memorial Day Haiku
In Flanders fields
Amidst poppies and lark song
Lie our lost lessons
The Wind Flows In
After the day’s warmth
Winds blow in off the water
Abruptly changing
Focus On Gratitude
I’m grateful for these:
Joyous children around me
Love’s capacity
Sunlight
I stand on a hill
Looking down across the grass
Sunlight fills my gaze