Mar 29.10
Rain, mist, crying gulls...
I can almost hear the waves,
if I close my eyes.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
old haikus
Found some of my daily haiku's from the summer in a notebook.
Aug 4.09
Midnight poetry:
new notebook and old pen,
nothing creative.
Aug 5.09
Muscles say "hello,
kindly be gentler or else
next time we will scream."
Aug 4.09
Midnight poetry:
new notebook and old pen,
nothing creative.
Aug 5.09
Muscles say "hello,
kindly be gentler or else
next time we will scream."
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Friday, August 14, 2009
resolution
You know how it works. This is the way it goes, you and me and the rest of the world. Can you hear it underneath the silence? There, the beating of my heart between measured breaths, can you feel it pounding against my chest as it tried to break free? Do you know that sound? That sound in my soul, my heart strings plucked, crying out like a violin, delicate in the darkness.
There is nothing left of me you do not have. There is nothing left of me you do not know. We are in harmony, in dischord, in resolution.
[Written randomly a few days ago and forgotten. Found in a notepad file named "resolution" saved on my desktop.]
There is nothing left of me you do not have. There is nothing left of me you do not know. We are in harmony, in dischord, in resolution.
[Written randomly a few days ago and forgotten. Found in a notepad file named "resolution" saved on my desktop.]
Aug 12/13 - The Perseids Meteor Shower
Tonight I watched the stars. I drove out to the country, away from the street lights and the glow of the city. The road was dark, a sleeping house across from where we pulled off to the side. All was quiet but for the whispers of my companions and the chirp, chirp, chirping of the crickets by my head as I laid back on a blanket and looked upward.
Overhead a thousand stars lit the sky, spread out across that great velvet tapestry like pinpricks.
Sometimes I think, if only those pinpricks were a little larger, let a little more light through. If only there was more for me to see, to take in. Other times I am so overwhelmed by what is laid out for me to see, it's like a pressure against my head, my heart. There is so much there, too much for me to ever know in a lifetime, in a hundred lifetimes. And so much more; what I cannot see is just as dear as the stars glinting above me in the sky, burning bright and clear and some dead, dying already as they shine for me.
[Half scribbled down the night of, after watching the Perseids Meteor Shower. Added to/finished a few days later.]
Overhead a thousand stars lit the sky, spread out across that great velvet tapestry like pinpricks.
Sometimes I think, if only those pinpricks were a little larger, let a little more light through. If only there was more for me to see, to take in. Other times I am so overwhelmed by what is laid out for me to see, it's like a pressure against my head, my heart. There is so much there, too much for me to ever know in a lifetime, in a hundred lifetimes. And so much more; what I cannot see is just as dear as the stars glinting above me in the sky, burning bright and clear and some dead, dying already as they shine for me.
[Half scribbled down the night of, after watching the Perseids Meteor Shower. Added to/finished a few days later.]
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Poetry: administer dose once daily and when needed.
July 12/09
A new idea:
to write a haiku daily,
keep the ink flowing.
July 13/09
Summer underground
Cool, quiet, and withdrawn while
outside the sun shines.
A new idea:
to write a haiku daily,
keep the ink flowing.
July 13/09
Summer underground
Cool, quiet, and withdrawn while
outside the sun shines.
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