Lightning
February 4, 2021
lightning on its feetas it hits the ground runningmortified humans….
Tag: Haiku
Jisei
January 21, 2021
they walk amongst usrest assured your voice is heard-are you tuned enough? https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/01/20/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-january-20th-2021-special-death-poems/
Mysterious skies
January 12, 2021
silent, twinkling stars hold stories, spilt over fromcold moons – yet unread
Same Sun, New Colors
January 5, 2021
It is the same Sun that greets me every morning. I don my eye-glasses, and strain the eyes to see if there are any additional rays in the aura around it. A year has passed, and it should reflect in the Sun’s achievements – like a new medal. I think of all the shades of … More Same Sun, New Colors
XMas Stars
December 9, 2020
fertile minds wait, thensparkling stars come down to earth-together create https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/12/09/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-december-9th-2020-celebrations/
Autumn Leaves
November 19, 2020
living colors hidedepths of life cycles beneathit’s autumn again https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/18/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-november-18th-2020-living-colors/
Autumn
October 23, 2020
If winter is death, surely, red-slashed autumn is the wound that brought it. Autumnal years have a sense of foreboding, but experience and wisdom add shades of color. Some may nurse wounds of unfulfilled ambition. Yet, the peace of white snow-filled peaks is unbeatable. It holds the enlightenment of truth, after peeling off layers of … More Autumn
Shedding
September 30, 2020
You believe you shine with borrowed light. The Sun knows it clothes you, but also conceals beauty of the original. Poets are busy giving you different names to facilitate expression of the complex. You do find courage to shed clothes, but your identity remains enmeshed in nomenclature. You are just the Moon … let adjectives … More Shedding
Why can’t I sleep?
September 22, 2020
cosmos turns in sleep worlds move on autopilot unblinking days, nights why can’t I sleep if Makers stay undisclosed, un-revealed
What a pandemic
September 17, 2020
I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, but…. Expression will open many sealed boxes, and offend those who are exposed. I shake it all up to see if bitterness can be released. Something is released but evaporates, before I can catch it to identify and destroy. Now, it’s all … More What a pandemic
