Unclothed while at school
My adolescent terrors
While birds remain unphased
This was a response to a poetry prompt on Instagram. This is what popped into mind.
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.
Unclothed while at school
My adolescent terrors
While birds remain unphased
This was a response to a poetry prompt on Instagram. This is what popped into mind.
grey day’s ending
sunlight moves across petals
hummingbirds fighting
this daisy riot
petals reaching for the sky
buzzing content bees
I wrote this haiku a few months ago, but some glitch kept it from posting. Glad I found it, and now to share it with you.
Here is my contribution to today’s Word of the Day challenge: Grace.
I think a lot about grace. Its importance both to us, and to society. How grace enables humans to function together, and is the magic elixir that ends conflict. And that grace is undervalued, perhaps even reviled. We live in brutal times, my friends.
with sunlight falling
I’m abuzz with distraction
called by electrons
night is complete
dawn’s grace arrives
resisting waking
through the summer’s sun
life drips down upon the earth
bees sing merrily
the well lit blue sky
as summer’s glory descends
birds sing from the trees