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Haiku #28
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The Moment’s Prose
Have you ever lost a love
so close,
it’s left you spinning,
and in need
of a heart to slow?
It’s as if you tucked
this love away
in a blanket,
nestled it with care and kindness,
and, when you went back
to collect your oldness,
you found the blanket empty,
and all that remained was coldness.
You then
wrap yourself in the blanket
that once contained
the love of closeness,
and you feel the warmth
of every breath,
tear, and smile,
that played away
when you last called upon
that loves controldness.
And,
as a tear falls from the sky,
you realize,
that the love so close,
was only ever meant to be
yours for the moment’s prose.
My Years
Sitting,
I take in all of my
surroundings, intellectual
stimulating,
while the verse and song
pour forth
from every fiber of my being.
Anticipation
beckons me forward,
and I march to it’s tune,
displaying a solitary shield
and armor,
while the masses
jumbled up
with preoccupations,
tarry,
without ever giving
a single
glance, mention, or merry.
Nonetheless,
I realize,
it’s theirs to hold,
just as it is
mine
to behold,
the music
as it flows
from my heart
to their ears,
even when they
think they’ve missed
my years.
In response to the WDYS #84 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Nights End
The view
from atop,
seems far to drop,
into thinking
and behaving
in new ways,
a fresh perspective,
is what they say,
can go a long way.
I concur
with these remenints
of the past,
and wonder, at times,
if they truly last.
Do we learn from
our past misdeeds?
And create anew
from a space that seeds
humanity,
with a newness
and a brilliance,
we can pass along
to all those who come
after we pass?
Questions to ponder,
and reflect upon,
as we meander
our way
through a kaleidoscope
of memory
and present temereties.
Knowing too
that these shall pass,
like all the rest. For, in
each moment
lives the gift of choice
we’ve been given, yes,
one of our true tests.
Study well, then,
my dear friends,
for the tests
continue to come
well into
our night’s end.
Dancing Trees
Have you ever seen
a treen
dancing brilliantly,
just as the wind
whips up and flows
gently among
the branches and
the tender fibers of it’s being,
ever so elegantly?
Walking along the sidewalk,
cracks in its façade,
breaking,
yet whole and solidifying.
The wind behind you,
moving
you forward,
just as you are pulled
into another dimension
of being;
and,
you look up
to witness
Nature smiling,
while continually
providing you
clues
to our existence,
trees dancing
in the sunlight,
glinting and radiating
their essence
of everlasting delight.
You know from within,
they are
dancing for you,
and you pause,
to take in all of their splendor,
big smile on your face,
and you laugh and giggle
just like you did
when you were little.
Oh, the joy,
of nature’s gifts
bestowed upon
us all,
it’s enough to forestall,
while you continue
to watch
them dancing,
all.
Haiku #27
luxurious earth
underfoot, remain centered
in the multitudes
Understanding
Inquiring within,
just makes you grin
while you continue
to ponder
and reflect upon
all of life’s wonders.
Connection so deep,
you hear the ocean
in every breath,
and feel the breeze of
it’s salty mist,
even after you’ve already
left.
Considerations run
along a thread
of time,
which is sublime,
and, at times,
difficult to find.
Contemplation
requires
a measure
of boldness,
to face
the pain
of another’s life
with stoicism.
Cradling love
in a basket,
weaved with tears
of both pain
and pleasure,
you realize
it’s in between the two,
where life’s requesting
a measure of your solitude.
Quiet now,
you listen and learn
about the riddle,
which perplexed
the mind
for a very long time.
Stillness requires
a sense of vulnerability
and resiliency,
to guide us to the table
of our
greater understanding.
Tenderness
Eyes shine forth, as
they beckon
and seize the caldron
of all that’s come
before.
Knowing
all they’ve seen,
relieved, and
shaped after a parcel
of the pear tree.
Instrumental in providing
a comfortable tether,
as reality becomes
show stopping
and compartmental.
Living
a life of their own
believing in all
that their shown,
and holding onto
the wealth of a
reality grown
from seeds
planted long ago,
cradled, tended, and
watered with love and a
tenderness all their own.
Confidence
Mountains in the distance,
at times,
it’s how it feels when
we are apart,
not living in this instance.
I look out over the rippling
blue water
waving at me,
shimmering in the partial sun
on a day
that is mostly gone.
And, I feel quiet inside,
as I consider
the measure of our commonness,
and smile in the knowing,
that we
will harness more
time, as needed,
as we prepare
for the next confidence
of our
collective consciousness.
In response to the WDYS #83 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Rooted
I hike the trail,
while also knowing
the trail hikes me, which
though it may seem like a paradox,
is just another example of the oneness of
this world’s orthodox.
As we move on the trail,
there are wonders
to behold
as a whole myriad of greenness
comes to life
before our very eyes,
and, we begin to see why
it is that this world,
is so full of pain
and pleasure both,
though
there is another way
forward,
if you are so bold.
Remembering
that all of nature
is a reflection
of all that we see
beneath
the layers
of memories and ideas
we’ve held onto
out of necessity
and, in part, grandiosity.
Notions
of what’s come before,
become magical connections,
just like the trees roots,
as they make their necessary
preparations.
Rooted
in the unknowing,
we become like the tree,
both flexible,
and deeply anchored,
in the One with the knowing.
In response to Writing Contest by Soni, from Soni’s thoughts.
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