fast flowing river,
salmon swim upstream as one,
time of struggle, home.
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- Photo by Popescu Andrei Alexandru on Unsplash
- Photo by Milada Vigerova on Unsplash
Haiku #13
Tag Archives: Love
Streams
Are just like a dream to me,
Growing up in a concrete jungle, as
They say, the only stream I ever did see,
Was out back, and was impinged
On both sides by concrete, a river bed
Was its name and call to fame.
I often contemplate this impingement,
On one side and the other, just like a troubadour
With notes on the left, and verse on the right,
Making them sing together just right.
Or, the human condition, in general, what we
See outside in plain sight, and the knowing we
Have inside, insight, into our existence,
as we continue with such persistence and
effort into our subsistence.
Dream more, I say, for it’s inside the dreams
We weave, that our futures are sown with seeds.
Water, and tend them well, and they will surely
Turn into streams.
Dream
Looking down upon the ground,
Wondering what they see and think,
as they look up, astounded and always
Somewhat confounded, yet too also grounded.
What do you see, when you look at me?
Regalness on the branch, an image of
Perfection at life’s perception. Varied and diverse,
Reminiscent of a multiverse.
Lands distant in geography make up through
A shared heart topography. A deep connection, which
Dissolves the space between, in one earthly scene.
What do you see, when you look up at me?
A mirror of humanity, in eyes so clear and golden,
We all feel quite beholden. The proximity to this
Majesty, makes me tremble in awe of reality.
A metaphor for what’s come before, as presence is
All I really see within me. You, me, and that tree,
Are three, whirling through space and time.
Oh, what a lovely dream.
In response to the WDYS #73 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
One Step
One step in front of the other,
Sometimes I ask myself why I bother,
Yet there is a knowing deep down, which
Always keeps me centered and growing.
Inside of this growing, there is pain, yes,
And, at times, even a timidness that shys
Away on certain days, and wants to away stray.
Yet, with the knowing, there is also a special
Place inside of me, and, yes, you, where something
Grander resides, and keeps us safe besides the pain
That may come our way, so keep stepping into the play.
One step is all you need to take. Once one
Is taken, you can feel the dirt beneath your feet
And realize your connectedness to a sharedness
That radiates through the earth, and each of us.
An interconnectedness that comes through
You and your entire being as you continue
To take one step toward your future seeing.
Quiet
Branches of light
Breakthrough,
Filling me with resolve,
A unity so bold.
I travel light, prepared for
Anything that might frighten
me from my resolve.
Knowing that the fields and streams,
And everything in between is just as it
Should be, even when I hold too tight,
Dreaming of another’s plight.
A momentary glimpse of another
Shadow I’ve missed. Yet, it wasn’t
A part of this one’s story.
Letting go, with
All my might, an antonym delight.
Frenzied activity blends well with all
Of the mystery one does find, when quiet
Time is just right.
Tanka #8
dry and arid landscape,
cracks in the ground bring water,
seed to stem, renew.
I reflect upon us all,
humanities resilience.
Blossom
Petals touch the earth, it’s such a dearth
Of our collective humanity. The mundane meets
The profane, in an elegant dance of universality.
Closed and subdued, waiting in the wings for
Just the right moment to spring forth and collect
Their special moment, looking at you, and
seeing right through.
Some open a little at a time, you walk past,
And notice, just every so slightly, their petals
Begin to give way to the universal force bearing
Their name, feeling inspiration, your claim.
Others open in a flurry, one day completely
Closed, then the next, rising to meet the
Golden sun, shining deep inside filtrating out
All the things that hide.
The point?
They all grow from the same earth, and
Have their own way to walk through this mirth.
Casting a special glow through all that pass by,
Waiting for that special moment to blossom forth.
Roar
They look into my eyes,
And I wonder why, or why they even try.
They think their stare a dread,
Yet it’s more often just a shred. A glimpse
Into their being, having nothing whatsoever
To do with my leaving.
I am not the names and forms
You associate with me in your head.
Furthermore, it’s mine to lay claim
To all that I am, when I’d like,
so don’t be such a bore.
And?
I Am Woman, here me roar.
In response to the WDYS #72 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
This short poem had a four-fold inspiration; one, the image prompt from Keep it Alive; two, the movie I Am Woman, which I’m watching on Netflix; three, my courageously strong and beautiful sisters, mother, and ex-wife; and four, all of the myriad of women that have coached and mentored me throughout my life, of which, there have been many.
A Reason
Strange as it can sometimes seem,
Yes, just like a dream, everything is in motion
In this life, just like it is supposed to be.
Everyone plays their part, from the very start, even when
We second-guess, and are confused about
The hidden art, which conjures such scenes
Of mystery, confusion, and, yes sometimes
Delusion.
Living inside of the unknown can be precarious,
And even downright gregarious and, at times,
Even quite nefarious.
Yet, living inside a dream isn’t always as
It seems. There is a rhyme and reason in
Every season, even when, maybe, especially
When we are searching for a reason.
Blue Expanse
Looking up into the blueness,
The vastness of space collected
Together for our mutual endeavor,
And our innermost pleasure.
It’s beholden to see, such a treasure
Of sight, and delight. It often reminds
Me of being a young boy, living freely, no limits
In sight, breathing in all of life’s gifts one at a time.
And, today, even on gray days, I can see
Through that pillowy cover to the blueness
That is there, awaiting the next time, the next breath,
Winds shifting with our beating hearts,
To reveal the depth of the drifting blue expanse.
In response to the Saturday RagTag Daily Prompt, by Punam.
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 