Of Age: A (double) Haiku

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What is your favorite genre of music?

My favorite music genre is sometimes opera — but, sometimes, not.
When one is born with a heightened sensory awareness, daily living feels like moving through the days and nights while smack dab in an opera that surprised you with its beginning and that also never ends. Everything is a drama king singing its story…asking for your attention and refusing to let you go. It’s serious and humorous, beautiful and exhausting.

We long for daylight
Did it revolt, walk away
And leave us, alone?

Darkness, and then — dawn!
We need not dread the minutes
‘fore our finest hour

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com

Here For It

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What are your favorite emojis?

My favorite emojis symbolize grit✅, light⚡️, commitment💞, and care👏🏻👏🏻.

Here
And, how the day demands
Me
Steadies my feet and hands

Light
It will not leave me sleep
Walk
Prove what night cannot keep

Hold
All that God’s plan entails
Life!
Complex and happy trails

Covered: A Haiku

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When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

When I was five years old, I wanted to be protected — both then, as well as when I grew up. God has seen to it. And, He’s provided poetry, too. ✅

What myst’ry am I

Shadow, that you and The Light

Join and wish to solve

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com; “I Got You”

Certain: A Haiku

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How are you feeling right now?

Right now, and always, I am feeling certain —- and I am certain….

But that you’re my world
And the stars dance when we dance
I know not a thing

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Of a Feather

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Fireflies try
And, so do I
To simply fly
And not ask why
Of the days we get stepped on
Of our glow from dusk to dawn
Should our days feel underground
Should the answers stay unfound

Fireflies know
And, so do I
Our wings and light
Will end the night

West With East

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In such seeming eve of winter
This prophetic promise
The color will come back
Must the sun stay shallow
No!
Nor the green-gold, buried
Hearken days when cold, cold steel had not stolen light
Lift your eyes
Stride bold, through “til end of night

Original Inspiration Credit:
Psalm 121
1 I lift my eyes unto the hills, where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: He that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: He shall preserve thy soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.

Fluorescence

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As light on eagle’s wings

You and I shone no more alone

Us, a part

Of one grand lumen

A candelabra

An abracadabra

Were we

*****

Separated particles now

Conjuring ended

Never again to sense

Green and feathery fingertips

Glow gone

Darkness in your midst

Did I reach you

Art Credit: Tiger R., age 11