In every garden,
Even those tended with care,
Sometimes thorns appear.
Month: April 2016
Reflections on an Image #2
“Toking With Friends on a Balmy Evening”
This chair, to rest on,
Where fountain bubbles,
Provides a place
To soothe our troubles.
We are weary.
The day was long.
Let’s shed our shoes;
Pull out the bong.
Harvest buds
From yonder bush.
Though home grown,
It’s bubba kush!
Friends will join us.
Around we’ll sit,
Circled up,
While we get lit.
We’ll wile this evening away,
But tomorrow is another day,
But tomorrow is another day.
Reflections on an Image #1
“A Summer’s Idyll”
A lonely chair awaits
By a fountain splashing
For a reader to arrive
With some children laughing.
That scarlet Acer
Frames this place
Where life assumes
A slower pace.
He sits reading in the sun
Basking like a lizard,
While the children swirl about
Like snowflakes in a blizzard.
The thrum of distant mowers
Punctuate the day
And saturates the air
With scents of fresh cut hay.
It’s all a balm for racing thoughts
But shadows slowly lengthen;
Surliness replaces joy
In spite of every effort taken
And thus, this day,
Its courses run,
Becomes an idyll;
A dream of fun.
#NaPoWriMo Challenge
“Syd7t5” https://syd7t5.wordpress.com/ posted a #napowrimo challenge to take a line from someone else’s poem and take it in a whole new direction. Here is my contribution to the literary universe…
“Stopped by Police on a Summer Evening”
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And all this struggle to stay awake
Is quite enough to make me weep.
How much coffee will it take
To give this drowsiness a shake.
Why’d I have to have that beer!
I just can’t give myself a break.
I’ve been driving for a year!
Why’s there not a bathroom near!
Damn! I really have to go.
But now I’ve something else to fear.
Whose lights those are I think I know,
God, I wonder what I’ll blow,
God, I wonder what I’ll blow.
Resurrection in Tanka
After much too long,
Walking through that darkened door
Finding no sparkle
In his once so vibrant eyes
Flooded with regret and shame
~
Sitting at bedside
As he writhed in clear distress
A calming hand clasp
And an old familiar voice
Provided him an anchor
~
As the stories flow
Telling him what he once told
Fire rekindles
A spark returns to gray orbs
Picking up forgotten tales
An Ode to Hope
This glorious morn
Leavened by recent sorrow
Lifts weary hearts
Oxymoronic Observations
Traipsing through this fog
Silently, stilly mourning
A joyous relief
Haiku 24 Apr 2016
Through these trees, blowing
Breeze reveals the whispering
Divine voice singing
Nature’s Infinite Truth
In these small flowers
Many universal truths
Lay in wait for you
Haiku 23 Apr 2016
Let not this spring rain
Dampen our vast elation
In this blooming lea
Orbital Oasis
Earth, my sympathies.
I also feel the strainings,
Frictions and fissures,
Relentless tidal forces,
Of distant, unseen actors.
~
I to, feel the heat
Of all that wretched tension
Rising in my core.
~
Sometimes I, like you,
Can not contain the pressure
And can find myself,
In burning rings of fire,
Suffering mass eruptions.
~
Yet, though we may quake
Along our many fault lines,
We remain intact!
~
When I feel that pull
And all that building pressure
I can still find peace,
A modicum of solace,
In all your fractured beauty,
My planetary mother.
Illogical Truth
Sometimes an image
Can, more faithfully, capture
An emotion by
Discarding fidelity
In the search for clarity.
Riding the Tempest
Aswirl in chaos
Dealing with unstable wind
A series of nows
With neither plan nor purpose
Seeking homeostasis
Foxfires’ Promise
This is not damnation’s omen
Writ in fire ‘cross the sky
No invitation to perdition
No harbinger we all shall die.
Rather Gaia’s verdant curtain
Holding back the dragon’s breath
The only thing that’s truly certain
To save us all from horrid death.
So when you see the sky aglow
Do not fear the end is nigh
Revel, rather, in the show;
Auroral fire from on high.
Aroil in Pain 