As I glance skyward
Into this summer evening
Moving towards nightfall
Category: Poetry
A summer night
Now that it is night
With clouds vanquished far away
Summertime feels here
This summer morning haiku
This summer morning
Seattle’s cool mistyness
Singing to my heart
Something about Seattle’s misty mornings speak to my soul.
A Meditation On Zoe Keating’s New Album
Notes move over mists
These speak quietly to me
Passing through my heart
My affinity for Ms. Keating’s music continues to grow. Overlaying my delight in music and technology, she speaks to a deep part of my soul.
Fear gains it’s power
Loving our neighbors?
From the seeds of our distrust
Fear gains its power
Hope: Rage’s Antidote
Rage’s hopelessness
It’s the mirror of despair
Hope: the antidote
Hope requires vision, and the belief that humanity can work together.
Counteracting the rage: a haiku
Fear births rage
So easily exploited
Instead, speak of hope
Countering rage with rage isn’t creatuve, isn’t beautiful. We only become more divided, leaving more scorched earth, more broken. We must remember community has value, too.
This Age of Rage: A Haiku
In this age of rage
Where invective flows freely
Seek this voice of grace
A Cycling Haiku
I move with the wind
Upon these steel wheels
Over asphalt night
I was able to ride this evening. Something I delight to do, though time has been challenging of late. The feeling of drifting over the road has long brought me tranquility and peace. A critical peace of my sanity while, as a young teen, I watched my mother consumed with cancer. Motion soothed my tortured soul.
This Friday morning: a haiku
And now dawn has come
Sleep kept this hidden from me
Until the birds called
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