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Richard Grahn Dec 2017
deep inside...
enlightenment's seed
sends roots
Richard Grahn Dec 2017
I just got out of a session with my counselor. We’ve only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks but she’s already digging some buried stuff out of me. I was on the verge of tears as we talked about the demise of my last relationship. Just scratching the surface I fear. Obviously, I’m not so over it yet. The question may be, have I ever gotten over the loss of any relationship? Mom? Dad? Grandparents? Lovers? My dog? My cat? Oh yes, my cat! She's good.

yes, you left me...
standing here with
scars
Richard Grahn Dec 2017
Lying back in a bed of grass on a warm summer evening, there is no moon or clouds. There are no trees, no bushes and no structures in the periphery. Little twinkles of heavenly light, rain down from all directions, breathing life into the midnight sky. All around the whispering glow of the Milky Way gently teases the soul like some grand Pied Piper on a mission from God.

The soil beneath the grass is cool. The air is still. A meteor flashes across the sky then vanishes into a timeless sea of stars. The earth drops away as Eternity beckons, leading the dreamer into deeper space.

one small step…
tripping through fields of
dark matter
This is inspired by an experience I once had, literally feeling like I was falling into the stars. It was similar to the rush you might get from jumping out of an airplane. There was nothing in my view but stars. There was a moment when I realized we are just floating in space, just another speck in the universe. I was lost in space but I found something as well. The shock of it brought me out of my trance.
Richard Grahn Dec 2017
Standing at the edge of a pulsing highway, thumb extended, a lighthouse beacon under an early sky, raining hues of blue. A meadowlark stops to chirp, waiting for a ride on the next gentle breeze to somewhere. Grass whispers to the pavement. Gravel crunches under foot. Speeding cars drift slowly by on this never-ending road to nowhere, leaving their noxious gases floating, polluting the stillness of the morning air. Getting from here to there is a gas.

license plates fade
into the horizon...
dusty shoes
This is my first attempt at Haibun. Critique welcome and thanks for reading. Changed the haiku after original posting.
Richard Grahn Dec 2017
daybreak
curtains wide open...
branches still asleep
Richard Grahn Dec 2017
a caterpillar
takes flight on sweet winds of change...
chrysanthemums bloom
Wrote this thinking about my early years and the many changes taking place at the time.
Richard Grahn Nov 2017
waning sun setting
one leaf clinging to its branch
rake leans against fence
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