Tag: poetry

now

clocke

the unknown future

can only be imagined

in the here and now

the unchanging past

can only be remembered

in the here and now

 

the future and past

can only be entertained

in the here and now

time is illusion–

it has always been now

and always will be

 

 

haibun: true colors

finalfalltrees

As I follow a path through the woods on this perfect autumn afternoon, I am amazed at the broad spectrum of beautiful colors splattered all over these trees. It’s like I’m walking down the corridor of a great, out-door art gallery, each exhibit more lovely than the last.

The maples are my favorite, of course. With their yellows, oranges, and reds, they look like they’re on fire. Some have a translucent, marmalade look, while others are half green and half red.

I realize that this is the natural, true state of the forest, and trees are only green when the summer weather allows their life-processes with chlorophyll to dominate. Perhaps it’s like that with people, too; during most of our lives, we are too preoccupied with “living” to be our real selves.

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the leaves fall and die–

but not without first showing

us their true colors

finalorange

–photos by me

lost resolutions

finalresolutes

the sober morning light

promised a new day

with a harsh resolution

to see things as they were,

yet after reflecting upon

the woes of the world

throughout the day,

she became jaded,

and judgement faded.

later that same day,

she was spotted near the sea

in her wine-colored dress

with bare feet in the sand,

deliciously inebriated,

and watching a pale moon

rising over caliginous  waves.

the river

5BY375 FALLS

i take the path

of least resistance–

that is well-known.

i take the path

of great persistence

through solid stone.

i take the path

of boundless distance,

but not on my own:

i take the path

of god’s assistance

when it is shown.

i am the river–

the river of life.

 

–photo by me