A fly in my cup
Bereft of life and motion
Tea in a new cup
Category: Poetry
Hologram*
Quite a clever haiku. The fact that the crafter is 8 fills me with joy.
Seattle’s Smokestorm: A Haiku
This summer’s fires
I’ve grown weary of the bad air
Longing for autumn
It’s been a challenging summer for us Seattleites. Especially though with any kind of respiratory issues. Really looking forward to the relief autumn is promising.
A Photo Mediation
As one stares upwards
Admiring ornate art
Expressions in stone
Another image found on Bing (it’s from this website. Really interesting work).
I’ve long admire such stonework. The craftsmanship is exquisite, but I’m even more impressed by the mind the conceived it.
Beauty Within Destruction
In the smoke
I see beauty within
Destruction
The Seattle area has been suffering with unhealthy accounts of smoke. First from California, then from British Columbia.
At dawn and dusk the sun has been this bold orange/red. Stunningly beautiful, juxtaposed against the monumental destruction weight by those fires.
The Colors Of Dawn
There’s so much despair
We can fail to see beauty
The colors of dawn
My body wants to sleep, but not my mind
Now the night moves in
My body wanting to sleep
My mind resisting
Flowers: sharing a poem from O at the edges
Sunset: A Haiku
This day moved by fast
Sunrise becoming sunset
Orange horizon
A Monday fearÂ
Nervousness wakes me
A meeting with high pressure
I’m lacking self-trust
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 