in the moment.

in the moment.

a conjuration-
I am-
suddenly found ‘midst
an unusual sun shower
a downpour
of cherry blossom petals
a shame,
for they will never feel
the real kiss
of the true summer sun
so I must
for them

notes… this is what haiku is to me, not the form, the beauty. I was going to my car after work in the blah industrial section of Hackensack , NJ where I work, there are cherry blossoms lining the side street, warehouses line both sides, but yet… cherry blossoms are the there, in line, that attract the wild birds of the area, such as they are, we even get quaker parrots from time to time, so, there I was, in the middle of a storm, of petals… and I took a moment to inhale and observe, beauty is there in daily things.. just take a second and look for it…

poking the haiku bear…

poking the haiku bear…

close up photography of spiderweb with water dew
Photo by Egor Kamelev on Pexels.com

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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mistakes and time, and effect (a poem)

mistakes and time, and effect (a poem)

aerial photography of water beside forest during golden hour
Photo by Sindre Stru00f8m on Pexels.com

she is the calm
in at once
the womb of death herself

how many times a stone washed
before the surface
is no longer itself
but round

notes… I am not going to over analyze this one to death,  I am playing with a few ideas here, and of course, I would be remiss if I did not say thanks for the looks, likes, hot chile recipes and such… we are all stuck on this globe right now together for some reason, when someone figures it out, text me, will ya?