Oh, what should we seek,
happiness or contentment?
A different world…
Tag Archives: memories
Day
One leaf bud breaking,
new horizons unfolding.
Springs emerging day.
Midwatch
In midwatch hours,
Bows slicing dark rolling sea,
luminescent wake.
Fridays Art: Still Life
Not much to say about Still Life, a simple watercolor study of fruit in a bowl. The bowl was, is, a wooden one we picked up somewhere and still resurfaces occasionally to hold fruit, or some other snack, or munchies. The fruit, delicious, the pear juicy – hmmm. More than a simple study after all, a memory, a taste of the past with promises of the future.
Still Life © Ray Hasson
Integrity…
Grease tattooed,
callused, working hands, folded, peacefully.
My father’s hands.
Cherry blossom bed
In Sasebo ryokan
your soft caress heats the night.
Goose down quilt.
End of the 4th…
Beautiful day, perfect weather. Walk around but it’s easy to find a place to watch the town parade so few attend. Where’s the spirit? Probably at some carnival where the rides and games replace the pride. Lost lives, lost memories.
