dawn’s quiet ascent
gracefully over mountains
autumn morning chill
Tag: poem
Today’s Black History Month Meditation: Saeed Jones
Mr. Jones launched into my view via Debbie Millman’s Design Matters podcast. His charm and ebullient manner shined brightly.
I find Saeed Jones’ work evocative and insightful. His meter and flow challenge me and my own work. I hope you find his work delightful too.
Calmness with the dark: tonight’s haiku
Looking to the sky
As I’ve returned, again, home
Calmness with the dark
Textures
Textures
Tell me stories
Shapes in the paint
Reach out
Like the dead
Demanding to be
Heard
Dawn Approaches
Now dawn’s approaching
Soon the demands of work speak
Enjoy the silence
This Age of Rage: A Haiku
In this age of rage
Where invective flows freely
Seek this voice of grace
A haiku about seasons, change and a tad bit about love
This flower’s beauty
Transformative and quite brief
New life comes through change
This world burns with negative energy. Fear, distrust and rage so very of this world. I seek yo mollify that. I wonder if, perhaps, through poems and a bit of compassion, maybe I can help humanity grow its connection to itself. I see that as out species’ path to survival.
May each of you always find beauty and joy in life.
Sunlight Rising
A moth fluttering
Upon the grass stalks
The rising sunlight
Exploring Home
I seek out beauty
The glories of Washington
My ancestors speak
Poetry’s Power
Once I was told
Poetry’s power
Comes from framing
Life so uniquely
That people see
Truths they’re hiding from
Experimenting with using the graphic to separate my prose from the poem. What do you think?
