And then there is ‘bear pottery’
farming salmon adjacent to a bear sanctuary:

while waiting for spawning season
as the ice begins to melt,
those that have unhibernated
are whiling the time away
at the potter’s wheel….

Bring on kintsugi
In the night’s cathedral hour
New life starts at dawn

bailing soat happily out to sea
glailing foat eating up my tea
So wherever it is that I may be
a goating boat is a sight to see!

You are never far away from my thoughts or heart's embrace,
we are tethered between life states and alternate existences . . .
Believe me.

In the morning light
we gather at the square
voices mingling
plans unfolding
     .　.　.　 a tapestry of lives
undulating in the sun's rays

does anyone drink tea anymore?
or pick up what fell on the floor?
three-second rule no longer?
selfied self-image now stronger?
being left to our smart devices
such coloured, fruitbowl choices, or
wardrobe change for inner voices?

Let us rise with the dawn,  
Embrace this new day’s promise.  
Tomorrow’s whispers guide us;
Innocence of past years fuels our steps
Together find peace in the present’s embrace.

Discarded thoughts collide,
cast aside once too many times;
now stride across crumpled sheets,
from where quenching springs rise
fuel that pen and paper set alight-

A battered note, a torn-out page,
explode in fervent rage…each
critic's stab, each cut so deep
pick axes unearthing jewels
rough but worth their keep.

My experience with silver and gold,
Just a sliver, so cold.
Der Winter ist kalt,
Where the wealth of winter glows,
A glimmer of frost,

In a landscape of frozen dreams:

Treasures sparkle under the frost,
Promises turn to ice,
In the heart of cold wealth,
Leaving a touchless beauty,
An allure that chills to the core.

Home, where peace and noise collide,
A sanctuary yet hard to abide. I-
-n an unforgiving world, it's known,
But even there, I'm not alone.

In the politics of dancing,
Where hearts move to the beat,
The mind hesitates, second-guessing,
While the heart is quick on its feet.

from the ground

the ceiling looks so much wider

from the ground

its cracks seem much finer



the paint peels -

minute flags, off-white surrender;

the paint peals -

egg shells of heavy footed plunder...



revelation fall free

release this pretender from the ground

revelation fall free,

on this soul that has been found

Snowflakes fall, a silent lullaby,
Blankets of white beneath twilight sky,
Bare branches etched in frost’s sigh,
Cold winds weave through the night,
Stars alight, crisp and bright,
Warm fireside light,
Frozen plight,
Deep night,
Still.

Quietly blooms, where shadows softly play,
Whispers of secrets in petals lay,
Emerald leaves rustle and sway,
Mystic scents drift in the breeze,
Dew-kissed dreams gently tease,
Moonlit moments cease,
Hearts find ease,
Pure peace,
Calm.

flame
running faster than
you can flutter a lash
flash
rushing swifter than
we can sniff a flower
fresh
rippling quieter than
they can queue on Black
Friday

(senryu)

autumn's embrace chills,  
it must now be that season,  
falling leaves and all.




(sijo)

The first frost of dawn kisses the withering maple leaves,  
Winds of change sweep the earth, whispering Autumn’s song.  
In this transient dance, memories linger, time stands still.



(chofu)

Under the golden boughs of ancient trees, Autumn sighs,  
As leaves descend in a swirling, endless ballet,  
The earth receives them with a gentle embrace, whispering tales of time.


🍂

all the voices  
gathered in my digital scream  
somewhere on a site  
devoted to stream ,live  
i wield words aflame  
i share and laugh with joy  
alone but never lonely  
look at what the web has  
given me  
a liberated mind  
touched by global threads  
something that shines  
brighter than any daytime opery