poetry, prose, and photography
Bodies in motion
With the power of our minds
Martial arts’ beauty,
I’ve been studying taekwondo for several years. I’ve been a black for s could years know. I love the beauty, the strength, and grace. And,just importantly, I adore the community that is my humble school’s.
Fear is powerful
Yet only hope can transform
Cling strongly to that
It’s hard, at times, to fnd the light in the dark. Seek it out, nurture it. It is there, and will grow stronger.
Here’s my Tuesday morning haiku meditation:
Politics of rage
Why are we so negative?
This land of plenty
Please remember why
So many giving their lives
Bird song on marble
As a young man, I was quite proud of my decision to join the Navy. No plans for great and noble sacrifice. My future was what mattered; potential, possibility. There were thoughts of glory, but not of sacrifice.
I’m sobered as I remember my youth. The naivete. The impulsiveness. The reckless spirit. The commitment to my friends. A child in so many ways, carrying amazing responsibility. I held the keys to horror. Mistakes could mean anguish and death for my friends, my crew, those I loved, and for countless innocents.
I’ve seen the face of parents who’ve lost their children. Of wives who lost their husbands. The promise of youth shattered to pieces. That leaves a horrible swath of destruction within hearts.
I consider all of this as I look upon this day and it’s symbolism. There’s so much we have yet to learn.
Yes, I am awake
And the birds sing with vigor
Dawn has not yet come
I’m amazed at the number of birds singing right now. Well, I think one of the loudest sounds is an insect, but I digress. It’s quite boisterous. Oddly, as daylight comes their sounds will quiet. Perhaps just supplanted by human noise. Perhaps.
My face looking back
Before my Doppelgänger
Which one is evil?
As I sit, awake
Enjoying this calm morning
We all needed rest
I’ve been awake for a bit, exploring Twitter, reading a bit. Now tea summons me. I must heed the call.
When I said “haiku”
The response was “gesundheit”
Healthy poetry?
Our hearts torture us
Pronouncing us quite guilty
Anxiety’s cruel
​May 24, 2918
What will that day like?
Beyond my imagining
So far forward
Where my name
Will have faded
Into the realm of dreams
This notion brought about
By my misplaced fingers
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 