memory, like a
whisper of times forgotten,
behold, this moment.
Haiku #10
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Tanka #6
Vast sand dunes at sea,
Such a juxtaposition
Underneath? The same.
Pondering the truth of life,
Watching for the nexus. Unity.
Deep Down
When we are born,
We get it, and then
A little at a time
That which was gotten
Becomes the forgotten.
Concepts invade our every
Sense, even though we know
We are blessed, these concepts
Pervade, like dew drops
Covering our eyes in a grand
Masquerade.
Reality becomes blurry,
And, at times, with such furry,
We lash out at others,
Because we feel quite smothered.
Lost in concepts,
Of our own creation,
A mentality develops
Of great separation.
And, yes, isolation follows,
Yet there is another way
We may harken today,
Recalling what we got
So long ago,
By remembering that
Which we already know.
You, me, and that tree,
And all of the other concepts
That you do see, are not
Separate, my friend,
For that, know it does depend,
On a realization, which you can
Make with some fixation, and
Steadiness of Mind,
By uncovering that which
Is deep down inside.
Haiku #9
Leaves fall from the tree,
The sky is cloudy and gray.
Autumn fades. Winter.
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Creative Beings
Is a wondrous
Part of the human
Art form.
Something we’ve
Been given, entrusted
Into our care, is the power
Of a special order,
One that does grow as
We get bolder, and understand
Ourselves more.
Even as we shoulder
More responsibility,
It is still possible to continue to
Develop our innovative agility.
Beguiled by life, as we
Can sometimes be, it’s
Important for you, and well,
Of course, me, to
Remember,
We are,
And always will be,
First and foremost,
Creative beings.
Behold
This planet with all
It’s mysterious contemplations,
I often look up from the surface,
And wonder out loud about
The motion of the cosmos’
Manipulations,
In relation to
The ever lasting connection
We share
With all we see up
In the air, if I dare, I just might
Compare
It with the stars hidden
From view, connected all the same
Within you and me.
The connection is quite fair,
And quite frankly beyond compare
Connected from within and without.
All the beauty, no doubt,
Running in the rivers, streams,
And creeks, like the life that flows
Through us, and is
Between us.
The space between also holds
A special place for me.
The dance of the
Unforeseen,
And, quite
Magical
Scene
That holds all the things
Together, just like a string,
Without any fanfare,
Or need of complimentary
Love bared.
Though, I’d suggest
Giving thanks
To all that
We see
Between.
Behold,
A magnificent
Place beyond, and among
The stars, both
Are truly amazing,
And are also
Quite
Giving.
Tanka #5
Waves crash on the beach,
Salty mist blows from the west.
Night turns into day.
I feel the sisters approach,
Salt on my tongue, wind in hair.
Truly Blessed
Driving along the
Coast, a smile
Parts my face,
And my eyes glisten
With tears, as
The grandeur
Of all of this life’s
Most pleasant
Vistas confronts
My every sense, and
Deep inside, at once,
I feel truly blessed.
Haiku #8
Dry and arid landscape,
Cracks in the ground bring water.
Seed to stem. Renew.
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Imagine
You tower above us all,
Just looking up, I feel as
If I might fall.
Now back to the presents call,
Grounded in the known, and,
Yes, sometimes, unknown.
They are, of course,
Different sides of the same
Coin, joined together like all
Pairs of opposites, which, at times,
We imagine as disparate.
A common misnomer, like
Standing in your shadow,
Gazing up at the steel reinforcements,
Which make up your very tall tableau.
I move back to get a better glimpse,
Imagining times past, and all
The people who stood
Right on this spot
Completing
The very
Same
Maneuver. It’s all quite a wondrous
Achievement, and I bet there’s
Been some bereavement,
As you miss the people
At your feet, gazing
Up, and feeling
Transfixed
By your beauty.
Continue to imagine,
As there will be
A day soon,
Though when is not
yet known,
When people will be back
Bustling up and down
You’re steel trellis;
And standing
Where i am
Now,
Gazing up in wonderment
At your towering
Presence, as they
Continue to imagine.
In response to the WDYS #69 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
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