Creativity for the Haiku portion of this blog has been dim these past few years. Something I’m always thinking about… But, lately I’ve been thinking also about the other half, the journey portion, and that has still been continuing. Old doors closing and new ones opening, adventures and travel…
So, until the creativity kicks back in, and maybe beyond, I’m going to be posting about this journey. I’ll mix a little of this happened, with this is happening, to thus are the dreams…
Just a quick update tonight, I’ll be back in a couple of days.
In winter slumber…
Dreams, torn asunder, till all
my egos exposed!
In midwatch hours,
Bows slicing dark rolling sea,
While others sleep,
The vigilant stand watch over
The silent sea.
Secretly I have been
watching you, wanting you to start.
Watching me too.
Life has its own meter and rhythm…
composing itself into haiku, and odes
pacing itself, stately and oh so slow,
then childishly ignoring what bodes.
Rushing at times without apology
or angry, weeping, open heart bleeding,
painful moments expressed in eulogy,
changing tempo, closing crescendo.
Life in its own meter and rhythm…