I found this poem quite relevant to us today. Seems this is more prevalent now than at the turn of the last century.
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Today’s Black History Month Poet: Alice Walker
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Ah, the legendary Ms. Walker! I admire so much about her work, I would need much more time to write her a worthy bio. Fortunately, the good folks at the Poetry Foundation have us covered.
A Lunar Haiku
at this brief moment
the clouds dancing with the moon
as winter deepens
Such a lovely moon this evening.
Today’s Black History Month Poet: Langston Hughes
Another brilliant poet from history, Langston Hughes crafted such beautiful work. This one evokes, for me, so much of the painfully brutal elements of the African American journey.
another morning
rain gently tapping windows
abandoned cobwebs
Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many.
A Black History Month Poet: Maya Angelou
As it’s Black History Month, I felt it appropriate to remind people of the brilliant legacy of Black Poets. Today I start with the legendary Maya Angelou. Facing down the brutality of her childhood, I see her as one of the great souls of human history. This particular quote speaks loudly to me, laden with wisdom.
A Haiku For A Rainy Seattle Morning
rain taps my window
echoing through memories
graveyard with damp grass
I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth.
Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?
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A Seattle Morning Haiku
cold morning
rain gently taps
the day awakens
Seattle Winters: A Haiku
longing for sunlight
amid the dampness and cold
childhood memories
Winter in Seattle: A Haiku
longing for sunlight
amid the dampness and cold
childhood memories
My childhood had some glorious moments in the tropics, when I lived in the Philippines. Dark, dreary drippy days sometimes bring forth a longing for those days.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 