On a drive.

A centerpiece.

Two haiku, presented flush together; so portraying the sounds of the morning, when I can get my friends to hush.

Thank you for reading. Recently I’ve decided to work seriously on my poetry, on haiku in particular, so you can expect more regular posts. Also there may be a personal website in the future. If there is I’ll link it here. Thanks again!

I wrote this as a draft last year, then forgot about it. After review it looks like it holds up.

Written so, throughout the course of an hour, more or less; but I think now it is good.

There is much so, for which we may weep; yet there remains still light.

Sight of a green butterfly twirling on the currents of the air. I watched it so for as long as it remained in my sight. Then I went and wrote this verse.

The sight of all the pines extending below me down the hill, criss-crossed every which way, leaning far on their rooted anchors.

In the evening, I saw amid the grass shining points of light. I do not know what these may be; but how they shined in the dying light!

Working Title; but judge it as you will.

A moment of transcendence I experienced once, alone in a state park of surpassing beauty-I could never convey in words what I experienced that day. Yet, I hope that this verse may at least in part, convey the wonder and joy of that moment.

Trailing pennants: plastic bags caught in the trees beside the road; yet also maybe the Spanish moss that hangs from so many of the trees here.

Perfect Love, the highest ideal, hangs above me, forever unattainable; yet I strive, and in doing so I am filled with awareness, and through this, peace. And so I am content in my striving, though it may bring me to tears, at times. For I am doing my best. And that is enough.

A little generic, perhaps. Still, it is beautiful, at least to me.

To reach that place of stillness, peace,  I journey far; knowing all the while, that I journey back the way I came.

Poem of past, and future-present.

Though sight is good and beautiful, it is perhaps true that if one comes to let it go, even if only for a moment, he will see the world through new, and different eyes.

An experiment in the monoku form.

In winter, spring; perhaps the wonder, in beauty rising, out of all darkness.