I found this poem quite relevant to us today. Seems this is more prevalent now than at the turn of the last century.
Tag: writing
The need to create: A #haiku
Must create new stuff
While honoring tradition
There’s so much to learn
Anand Giridharadas’ TED Talk: A Letter To All Who Have Lost In This Era
I love well crafted writing. Mr. Giridharadas’ letter, read below, gracefully captures one of America’s most painful divisions. I, like him, get very excited by all the possibilities within the coming culture. I forget, also, the many who find their identity challenged, status eliminated. Perhaps illusions shattered. Many of us find it easy to gaze down our spectacles at these people. Doing so damages our witness, denies the hope that I long for. What place exists for these folks? And if we truly value compassion, we need to look at this with a honest, self-aware gaze.
Laying in bed, reading
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p style=”font-family:"”>As my focus is fading
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p style=”font-family:"”>I’ll write a poem
“Too much”, or “I need to focus”
I love to write. I love blogging. Yet there are challenges. Distributing my focus lowers my effectiveness. That troubles me. And yet, though each site has meaning to me. But each site has costs, economic and otherwise. Every time I focus on one, I can’t focus on another.
I haven’t had an objective, much less a strategy on any of my sites. I love to write poetry, about Seattle, about sustainability, geek culture, about so very much. Each site has value to me. I hate the idea of neglecting one at the expense of another. Yet I also hate writing substandard stuff. I prefer to be proud of what I put on the internet.
This time in history has so many choices; a blizzard of potentials and possibilities. And I hate letting go of those potentials. Any of them. Yet I know that must be done to achieve ANY of them. How does one choose which baby to let die?
Perhaps overly dramatic, but it captured the sentiment I’ve been struggling with.
My Writer’s Brain, Awake In The Dark
I want to sleep
I want to write
I want these two
To align in
Daylight
A Haiku On Design: The Poetry Of White Space
Kerning crafts beauty
The poetry of white space
Ink and paper play
The Perils Of Writing
This writer’s journey
Fraught with perils of the heart
Facing down my fear
As I write, my mind drags out random, destructive talk. The act of posting challenges sensations of inadequacy. Thus I post, refusing to let the destructive voices within me win.
Oh, Editing! A Haiku
First: unload my mind
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p style=”font-family:"”>Next: shape them into beauty
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Simplicity: The Beauty of Haiku
Life is so complex
The beauty within haiku
Ah! Simplicity!