Footsteps in gravel
A presence hidden by night
With sublime motion
A Night Haiku
Tag: haiku
Summer’s Song
summer’s song
upon the lips of roses
grace of sunlight
Another photo taken on my evening pandemic walks. Getting outside, especially during the summer months feels good.
Today’s Haiku: Verbal
Woolly Muses, a blog I’ve followed for awhile, posted their contribution to today’s FOWC (Fandango’s One-Word Challenge), with the key-word “verbal“. I enjoy these challenges, and I believe they solidly grow my creativity.
So, here’s my contribution:
words dance off my pen
verbal graces in sunlight
moving through silence
Seek Tranquility
seek tranquility
be content with quiet things
the beauty of dawn
I wrote this as a response to a haiku challenge on Twitter. The key word was “content”. Now, I thought about “content” as in “content creation”, but the more I thought about it, I felt the focus should be more aligned with “contentment”. The whole zen thing I focus on.
This haiku makes me think of one of my mantras/mission statements, “live simply so that others may simply life”. Being content, eliminating greed and gross consumption, to seek balance…these are all elements of my life which I wish to grow.
Abrupt Awareness
Frog song
Bold moonlight
Sudden awareness
Thinking of those moments where one is working dillgently, fully absorbed, then abruptly aware of time’s passage. The last moment outside our mind sunlight dominated. Then, darkness, moonlight, and the frogs chanting their mantras.
Nightly Haiku, August 11
Air in motion
Night sings ancient songs
Trees sway in the dark
Experimenting with Adobe Spark. Really enjoying the app.
A Haiku In The Night
​The night’s grace appears
Kindness in the dark’s motion
Streetlights; a beacon
There’s a grace to the night, to the calmness brought, to hidden delights, joys unbounded. To rest delivered, and the salvation of our dreams.
Morning Coffee, A #Haiku
​Coffee’s gracefulness
Awakening our brain cells
Enabling life
The elixir of life: coffee! Memories of Seattle cafes in the 90s, a broke young man seeking moments of grace. Warmth in the winter rain, another grace. Warm memories of friends and conversation, of connecting with history’s great minds. Coffee consumed, generations apart, cold winter’s rain ensuring the seat, by the window, wondrous.
Seattle Memories: A Saturday Morning
Dark morning skies
Coffee shops and newspapers
Tranquil memories
Echoes of my history in this morning’s air, remembering my times in Seattle as a young man.
A Few Wordart Haiku
An exploration with wordart from my leftover materials from my primary election guide.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 