Computer Whisperer
I adore the simplicity, as well as the challenge of Haiku. The constraints focus my mind, seeking out the essence of the moment, feeling, notion, distilling it to brilliant singularity.
Another morning, another daily challenge. This time I am looking at the Word of the Day Challenge. Today’s word is “meeting”. With the pandemic and all, you might expect me to write about Zoom. But, no…
in the morning mist flowers meeting to discuss humanity's fate
I’m very fond of “Word Challenges”. Today I’m taking on Fandango’s One Word Challenge, and the word is “insidious“.
despite their beauty these insidious flowers destructively grow
Photo by Munro Studio on Unsplash
cloud's gentleness hints of healing rain summer's respite
I took this photo this morning after hearing of the possibility of rain. Haven’t seen any yet.
I decided to experiment with animated text. This was created with Canva. What do you think?
evening descending
such delights from my garden
in the cool night air
I saw this lovely flower in my garden today. This photo charms me. A simple thing, taken with my Samsung S9 with Instagram’s XPro filter.
as the daylight dims
water pushing against sand
air becoming cool
Photo by Ray Bilcliff from Pexels
strolling through the woods mysteries through the ivy moments of wonder
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge features “Ivy”. Instead of looking through my photo catalog, I opted to head to Pexels. This photo’s dark, woodsy mood felt perfect.
at the sunlight wanes
footsteps echo through these woods
soon sleep will call me
Here’s my contribution to today’s Word of the Day Challenge. The word: Impressive.
resisting wind, rain
feeding upon the sunlight
impressive glories
The featured image is a photo I took yesterday. I’m unsure of the flower type, but found it lovely.
My friend Bill posted this earlier today: “Where everyone would love to drown“. Seeing the headline in my inbox, and knowing Bill, my brain connected it to the Stevie Nicks song “Sara”. Google, and its scion YouTube, assisted me as I wanted to listen as I read. Here’s what I played:
Hints of youth, of those people who’ve impacted us greatly, but who fade to myth over the decades. That’s what came to mind for me.
In response, a haiku awakened. True to form, I guess.
Summers of my youth Tastes of freedom and heartache Crowds passing me by
I highly recommend you head over to Bill’s blog, the Pink Lightsaber. He’s a talented writer well worth the gift of attention.