Category Archives: Poem


Still Some Warmth – #Tanka

The world grows colder
Kin and foe are all kept out
Doors are tightly shut
The warm hearth can still be felt
Grateful ones open their hearts

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  The key words today were “Thanks” and “Family”, yet for this special while she is away, we are to only use synonyms.

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Is anyone else having issues with WP?  I had to jump through hoops to get the template to work (I went to the Admin page, then to “All Posts” and then “Add new”.  This brought up the old template from two years ago.).  Looks like they are “improving” WP once again!



How You See it Matters – #Haibun #Haiku

My back yard

How You See it Matters

Another bus full of tourist rips by, the wind causing my car to veer slightly.  I wonder at the faces I see pressed to the window.  They sit still and watch the world go by, those out of state leaf-peepers, trying to catch a glimpse of red and orange fall through a screen.  I have reached my destination and pull off of the road.  There are few other cars so I know I’ll have the trail to myself.  Another bus roars by, picking up a flurry of color as it passes.  I leave the roadside before the last brick red glider settles.  It only takes a few minutes before the sound of Man is left far behind. I am now surrounded in nature’s color, taking in the fireworks of the foliage, watching the squirrels play and listening to the wind and the water.  In my joy at being alive, I shed a silent tear for those who can only see a bit of fall through the tinted glass window of a tour bus.

The forest burns bright
Trees dressed in golden attire
Prepare for winter Continue reading

Halloween – #Haibun #Tanka

Will o' the Wisp


It is dark as I walk past the ancient graveyard.  What’s that?  A ball of light floats inches off the ground, silver will of the whisp. My heart beats quicker, my footsteps are rushed.  Noises fill the air.  I turn and scream, for now I see them.

Recoil in fear
Ghosts and goblins tread this eve
The dead walk the earth
The world of spirit and life
Merge into one on this day

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This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.  The key words today were “Fright” and “Night”, yet for this special while she is away, we are to only use synonyms.  My Tanka might not be exactly a Tanka, but close enough ;)

Mountains of My Mind #Haibun #Tanka

Flower with Flatirons in the background

Mountains of My Mind

I stop to admire a flower and wonder what she is doing.   I turn a corner, see a bird and think of the latest outrage he tweeted.  I touch the tall pine and politics dominate my thoughts.  I go up the rise, hard rock beneath my feet, and think of nuclear tipped missiles falling from space.  But I push harder, sweat more, and go farther up this mountain.  Soon, I take in the view and my mind is blank, quiet.  I look around and all there is, is nature.  And me.

From the mountain top
The Earth spreads out calm below
The world seems at peace
I need refuge from Mankind
The turmoil of daily life

I am an extreme Introvert.  My mind drowns out all sounds around it.   Sometimes I need to go where there is no competition, no distraction from people talking.  I need to go where there are no sounds made from Man.  On a deserted beach at dawn, or deep in the forest, or high on a mountain top, I can be me.  Sometimes that mountain only exists in my head.

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The Haunting You – #Haibun


The Haunting You

I feel the past as a ghost, insubstantial yet always there.  I sometimes strive to remember, at other times I ache to forget.   A sight, sound or scent can make me recall the smallest detail from my most distant past as if it where happening, yet I know it’s not real.  It is gone, the past.  Right now, whichever memories I might need to cherish, there is one that is the strongest.  I turn out the lights and remember.

When my eyes are shut
Your image floats before me
Ghost of a whisper
I am haunted by your face

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The Clear Light of You – #Haibun #Tanka


The Clear Light of You

I am walking through a misty wood, lost without a path.  I stumble forward, looking for a beam of light, looking for you.  Is that shape in front of me, that shadow, a person?  Is it walking towards me?  Will it emerge so I can see?  Can that shape be you?  But no, there is a swirl and it dissolves.  I am once again alone in the fog.

We think we can see
In Plato’s land of shadow
And know each other
In the end it’s not there
It is only illusion

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After the Storm


The storm clouds on the horizon
Are they coming or going?
A patch of blue
A hope, or a reminder of yesterday?

The clear
Black water
The calm before
Or after?

When the tempest blows in
Is it a sign that all is over
Or a reminder
To help others
Weather their own storms?

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