The absence of thought,
Like a dew drop in repose.
Floats away, not caught.
I relish each moment with
Memory and vision, both.
Tanka #2
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Beauty
Is in the eye
Of the beholder,
Is that what they say?
Hm, well, if I may
Add to that last stanza
A few considerations
Upon which you may
Stand,
Or fall back from,
It is your choice, of course.
Beauty
Is everywhere, upon
Everything, and within everyone,
There is not a
Particle left untouched
By the magnificence
Of this Universe,
It just is as
Such.
Therefore, if ever
There comes a
Time, when
You are
In
Doubt about the beauty
That is you, and is
Within you,
Pause,
And reflect, don’t
Object to a
Standard
Created
By
Other people,
Who see beauty
As something foreign
To themselves.
A thing living inside
Their heads,
Not in reality.
Instead, stand tall,
And watch them
All fall about,
As you
Gathered
With poise, and grace,
Lift your head high, and,
Always meet their eye.
Knowing, your beauty,
Is that of the Universe,
Given to you to behold
And mold,
Just as you are,
Like a star
Dancing in the heavens,
My dear,
No matter what you’ve
Been told.
In response to the WDYS #66 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Haiku #5
Waves crash on the beach,
Salty mist blows from the west.
Night turns into day.
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Reminiscence
I look out
At the deep blue sky
And often wonder why
You confided in me
As you did,
When we were just
Getting to know each
Other,
and then, like
Twins
We emerged,
On the other side
Without a care,
or even a reason why,
or what
The trouble was
All about, as we tried
Hard to understand the
Turn about
Or, is it, turn of phrase?
Either way,
though unsure today,
I think we like to play
In the sandbox,
Like when we were little,
And all the pleasure
Was contained in that
Small space, where
Nothing is ever replaced,
Only gained
Like flying
through outer space
When I’m with you,
It’s like a running flame
Without a place,
Or name
And it’s really all just
about the same
As before,
Even when we look
For the reason it all happened,
We need not look far,
Or doubt the indecision,
For we’re exactly where
We’re supposed to be
And, yes life is fair,
And then not
And this, right here,
Is what we’ve got
For now,
Yet you know, we’ll return
With more of the essence
Of the reminiscence
Of times when
They were
Pleasant
My One Thing This Afternoon: A Hiking and Haiku Interlude
Trail winds to the right,
Closed at first, and then open.
Beautiful.
A lovely hike today at the William L. Finley National Wildlife Refuge just outside of Corvallis, OR. Such a lovely day. I added a few more of the pictures I took below. And, well, that was my one thing this afternoon.
Have a lovely Sunday everyone.
Tanka #1
Slowly, the rain falls,
we rejoice in the moment.
And then it is gone.
I await, the next moment
Feeling frenzied with delight.
Haiku #4
A meadow landscape,
Flower, just like a skyscraper.
Bee alights, then night.
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A Letter
You’ve written
Before, and yet
No more,
Now,
I dangle a letter
To lure you back,
Though,
Unsure I am,
About the portended
Future
Will our existence
Be reminiscent
Of the letter
In hand?
Now a grandstand
An audience to
Itself, suspended
Mid air
A trifle, and flare,
Of opportunity
Encased in
Red
Just like the roses,
I gave you
When
We
Wed,
And you shook your
Head, in favour of a
Nod instead
And, though
I bled with anticipation
There really is
No mysterious
Cause
For my withdrawal
Only the wonder
Which I see
While in
Bed
As thoughts of
You
Give way to dreams,
Which are sometimes
Pleasant, and
At other times not
So, so,
Dear, give way to
My hearts present
Which is adorned, and
Ready to give way
While you stay
Away,
Only know I’m here
Which is where
I’ll remain
Until that day,
When you return,
And walk through that door,
Taking the note, now
Dangling no more,
And read about
The love that’s flourished
While you were gone,
Now holding hands, like
Time never elapsed,
As we await the dawn.
In response to the WDYS #65 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Thunder
I often wonder,
what it is about
thunder
that causes
such a
mysterious
sensation,
from deep within.
There are times
when I’m smitten
with a grin,
as I
ponder and reflect
upon
my life as a child.
Thinking
about the thunder
that would rain down
when we least expected
it.
And then?
Running,
hiding, and trying to find
a place to not be affected
by it.
And, as I write that last
stanza, it occurs to me,
the “it”
in compilation, is unseen
and hidden from view.
A mysterious, and, yes,
often ominous feeling,
even when the thunder
was not dealing it’s clatter.
Hiding under bed,
waiting, worrying, and
unofficially praying for a stead-
fast reprieve
form the hidden noise.
And, oh, what a joy!
When finally released
from the deluge
of noise,
which overwhelmed
my every sense
until, finally,
yes
poise,
did return.
And, I could crawl
out
from underneath,
and, once again,
breathe in
the
salty air
from the rain,
which did just fall.
Oh, thunder, you
are oft criticized, and
yet, are a part of
Nature, so I
do surmise,
you are elegant
in your ways.
And, I do always
pray, for a return
of the rain.
So if you must
also return,
very well,
I will prepare
as needed,
and,
see you thunder,
on the other
side of
the
season.
Haiku #3
Blades of grass splinter,
A raven flies overhead.
Not separate. One.
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