A symphony’s bliss
Artists rising towards a cause
Interdependence
Category: Daily Haiku
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
My goal: to post at least one haiku a day.
Ravel in the Evening
Keys dancing boldly
The Romance of Ravel sings
Transition to rest
Listening to a glorious piano play as I prepare for sleep feels perfect.
Ravel in the Evening
Keys dancing boldly
The Romance of Ravel sings
Transition to rest
Listening to a glorious piano play as I prepare for sleep feels perfect.
Faces Of Cazuca – The Illusive Peace For The Children Living In Extreme Poverty After Colombia’s War — Edge of Humanity Magazine
Pained eyes of children
Poverty is violent
Cycles of despair
The folks over at Edge of Humanity shared this post: “Faces Of Cazuca – The Illusive Peace For The Children Living In Extreme Poverty After Colombia’s War“. I’m struck by the cycle of despair, of violence, victimization and rage. I wonder if we can ever break free of this madness.
Visual Artist Katy Lopez is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of this portrait/documentary photography. From her project ‘AfterWar‘. To see Katy’s body of work click on any photograph. AfterWar is a story told in photographs of the children of Cazuca, a very deprived and stigmatized area on the outskirts of […]
Seeking Peace
What can we now do
To face down our culture’s rage
Find a path to peace
Numb
Facing life’s cruelty
Weary of watching them crushed
Energy vanished
My Mind woke me
My mind waking me
So very much racing through
Still desire sleep
My mind can be quite creative in these odd hours. Often, though,my waking isn’t about creative expression rather regarding fear.
A Haiku About Mothers
Always honor her
For life is very fleeting
Time flees like fall leaves
I think about my mother often.
My mother died when she was forty. Weird to have outlived her.
I thrive in the predictable
Thriving on rhythms
Predictable patterns help
Free me from stresses
Chaos stresses me, for good and for ill. Looking back, I once believed I was adventuresome. Now, I see my delusion. Joining the Navy wasn’t radical. Well, I was born in a Naval hospital. There was nothing more known to me. Interesting this notion, embedded within my skull, that this adventure seeker persona was what I was supposed to be. Thus I always presented myself that way. Certainly believed that I was. Now I’m pleased with my domestic persona. That I’m stable, steadfast and sturdy. Funny that my career is full of change elements. And unsought for ones, too. But that’s another post.
Awoke by my racing mind
Resisting waking
My chaotic mind distorts
Damaging my rest
My mind gets going, laden with fear and energy, heat building up in my scalp as the unfocused fears run unburdened by logic or balance. Unreasonable and irrational, disrupting my rest and my day.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 