Which activities make you lose track of time?
I lose track of time thinking about bookstores and lexicographer hearts and road-trips from Colorado.
Ev’ry word from you
Stayed away and stayed away
As if I’d no need
Why, Webster: A Haiku
Explicable
What bothers you and why?
Unkindness is always bothersome, even to the unkind one, I think.
When your soft
Your striving and your stumbling and falling, but not failing
Meets the jagged, sharp, and stinking
The clash!
The asking why
The dark and many trumpets seem cued for some inevitable
Yet, you walk…again
Knowing why
Staggered breathing
Alive
Eyeballs, shell-shocked, know to look to the light
Still compass-marked to truth
Who: A Haiku
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
I only care for working dinners — principled matters that need handling are discussed…time and timing is of the essence. My invitee list would be broad and mighty.
Handsomest people
They talk while walking forward
They’ve their sleeves rolled-up
Spirit’s Flare
What do you think gets better with age?
I believe one’s own discernment gets better with age. But, damn, if not….
Watch what strain of grief springs forth
As you realize
You loved some soul, conjured up
Sanity capsized
Of their mountain air you breathed
Certain they were there
Conversations, planning life
With their spirit’s flare
Love was lightning, checkered flags,
Continental crash!
Now their absence, now your heart
Cratered…edged in ash
What are your daily habits?
My daily habits are not limited to stargazing alone….
(Funky photograph on purpose….)
“Planetary Beings: Our Haiku”
Oh, curious one!
Terroir, continents unknown,
So, let’s go to Earth
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
The most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten is the toil of my ancestors:
She was a product of two hopeful and maybe desperate Greek immigrants who looked toward the lamp lifted beside a golden door and said, “…yes, please help.” Her last words on Earth to me were, “…help people” — as her reminder to me to do so. My grandma walked through fire, as did her parents before her, and I and my maternal family members are the products of that whole painful yet purifying, beautifying process. We all have her New York City heart and determination as well as her Greek-American intellect and empathy for others. Who of your ancestors have appeared as refined as gold to you?
“Lifted: Our Haiku”
You have walked through fire
And yet, emerged not consumed
I see your lustre
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com; and, unknown antique photographer
Undormant Days
Dear, Flower — forlorn, with hidden hue
Look at the intricacy of you!
Weeds cause our chaos, but our growth too
Seek now, the Sun, and newer views
Greetings, great Blossom —
here, you’ll grow tall
Bees and buds bring forth God’s love
When rain falls
You’re planted…in this garden, afterall
Courage: A Haiku
Always or sometimes
Virtue deliberated
Finds love was insane
Dreamable
As we talk, and as we walk
Creating a new world
We are here co-equals
Not confused — our hands, uncurled
Now, we stay and care and hear
We each add such something
Breathe an interrupting breath?
— We’d disrupt what we bring!
This time, it’s a table, strong
With two chairs, stronger still
Centered in the sun-filled place
Our life, atop the hill
All The Rest: A Summer Haiku
Should you run headlong?
Yes! Curating June flowers
Plus July fireworks
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