summer rain water droplets suspended on a spiders web
notes… so, I like haiku, in theory that is… I like the blunt tone but focus on nature/truth revealed (traditionally), however I just can’t keep myself to the norm forms, so this is 3/7/5 kind of a blend, I was out checking out my new bamboo plants after the rain (giant leaf and houzeau proud horticultural nerd papa that I am), I saw a spider’s web near the house anchored at the end of my siding to the ground, almost like a teepee, it was like a freeze-frame of rain, various size droplets in suspended animation, and these words popped into my head… there is more layers to this but I will let you contemplate that my friends…
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3/5/3 form, distilled, if you will and you should, if you could, but let’s not dwell…
singular a bird on a wire questions me
soft green leaf enjoy the high life while you can
the sunset has an appointment tomorrow
flowerpot full with the remains last season
weaving twigs the mother cardinal prepares four
invert trees the roots have no leaves like winter
last daylight certainly overstays -gone too soon
the dartboard a clock with no hands eye will win
notes… technically I wrote this on my porch but it was different from those musings… this is my blog so, I do what I want, If you dig it, I am grateful, if not there is plenty of other grapefruit to ponder.
music... COM TRUISE… that’s all, retro electronica, sounds 80s but yet somehow modern-ish… NJ guy as well so I am partial to that…
the gathering of leaves, in piles
sculpted by the wind
the original, feng shui
I don’t write haiku, I don’t hate it (I do not like the restrictions), in actual fact I have read tons of haiku over the years, one of my favorite books was a collection of death poems (sort of a sub genre of haiku), but this poem above is my ‘feel’ of haiku, it should have ebb and flow, like a tide, and the tide carries a truth revealed, maybe it is just me, some random nut, but I think not, because I am that random nut, so how could I, perched in this house, perceive that from my perspective, I can only share my interaction and inner tinkering, a beginning to understanding. pass the gravy, let me overdose on turkey and pass out.
And without rebuke… thank you if you read any of this, I do appreciate it, comments are always appreciated, criticism is especially valuable – how can I see my own flaws without you as a mirror ?