A Black History Month Haiku

Black History Month
We forget the dead, white guys
Just for this month

Seeking out ways to incorporate the these into my daily readings and writing. Are you doing anything creative?

Poetry’s Power 

Once I was told
Poetry’s power
Comes from framing
Life so uniquely
That people see
Truths they’re hiding from

Experimenting with using the graphic to separate my prose from the poem.  What do you think?

A Haiku As I Listen To Satie 

Listening to Satie
These binary colored keys
Dancing summer light 

I always envision ImImpressionistic artists as I Lilisten to Satie. Just seems so perfect. Like Bach in cathedrals. 

Tonight’s Hidden Moonlight

The hidden moonlight
Obscured from my view by clouds
Now to attain sleep

And now, and good night to you all.


Diversity: A Haiku 

Each piece beautiful
Each distinctly unique
Each one critical

Simplicity 


Simplicity’s grace
Enjoying “less” in this life 

Minimalism 

West of invective

At times I weary

All this invective burning

I’m charred and hollow

Writing’s Mystery

Amusing

How I put pen to paper

Expecting certain words

To flow gracefully

I’m always surprised

At what lands upon

The page

The definition of “Athletic”

As a youth
Athletic meant “jock”
Of which I did not align
Now things change
And I find myself
Within that fold
Strange changes
Of life

Today’s Daily Prompt: Popular

This dream of my youth
Needing to be loved widely
This thing: “Popular