the pink sky
is clothed in soft clouds;
the pink sun
is naked
and hides behind the bushes–
the dreamscape is set
–photo by me
dreams (shadorma)
Tag: poetry
haiku 105
smoke strangles the sun–
still its light dances upon
the shimmering sea
–photo by my son aaron
snake cinquain
snake
sinuous, sinister
slithering, striking,smiling
such slinky striped skin
serpent
–photo by me
jack and jill tanka
invites us to roll down it–
and some day we will
like the rhyme of jack and jill
we’ll tumble down together
–photo by me
o hypatia
of ancient alexandria
prominent astronomer
erudite philosopher
they flayed your flesh
down to your bones
with shattered shells
and sharpened stones
zealots thought you
blasphemed christ
and made you pay
a horrid price
freaky friday
I’ve been unhappy, from time to time, but I’ve never had the experience of being depressed. Maybe it was my difficult childhood that I can now thank for my bouyancy in these troubled times. I know depression sometimes has absolutely nothing to do with a person’s situation, it can be strictly chemical.
However, I don’t like to tout my happiness too loudly, lest the universe decides it’s time to teach me a lesson. I’ve been down that road. Happy freaky Friday!!
–Photo art by me
writer’s block
photo by me
haiku 104
a partridge plays dead–
his act, dead on, but his eyes,
a dead giveaway
–photo by me
summer zephyrs
summer zephyrs
ripple through wheat fields
as warm as fresh-baked bread;
they dance in the meadows
spinning up a sweet bouquet;
they gust across the beaches
pausing only to put on some
tanning lotions and oils;
they foreshadow the rain
with an earthen dankness
not unlike nightcrawlers
all over the sidewalks
–selfie
homespun universe
our minds are
built unique
with a sole
subjective view
you cannot see
reality
the same way
that i do
some say that
it’s a blessing
but some say
it’s a curse–
for every mind
designs a kind
of homespun
universe
–photo by my son, Aaron
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