Billions of galaxies filled with billions of stars. Although they say there are limits, for all practical purposes, it is infinite. And then, from an unremarkable, insignificant dust speck in this seemingly infinite Universe we look up at it all in wonder. We want to reach out and sample the vastness, wrap our imagination around it, but then on the other side, it is scary, it tests our ego, afflicts the very nature of our being.
A bit of animated matter Making the effort to survive What is the meaning of it? A strange anomaly Denies entropy Grows more complex Beyond that It thinks Me I I am I must be Make the attempt To understand all Actively seeks out Weathers the many trials More than unchanging matter A will and a spirit to thrive To find a place in the Universe
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. The words this week are “Try” and “Life“. This week I chose a Haibun composed of a Nonet, well technically a Double Nonet. Note – Colleen is taking a much deserved break for the rest of the year :)
I cannot escape you if i try Roaming farther in the morning Very close now it is noon A ghost in broad daylight Constant companion Fair weather friend Smiles in light Sun child Shade
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week was a “free week” where we could choose our own words. My two words were “spirit” and… guess ;) This week I decided to try a nonet.
The photo obviously has nothing to do with the poem, but ;) WP is not letting me look at my photos – I can only see the last handful.
Death A demon Heartless killer Relentless pursuit Across frozen wasteland Cruel eyes seeking my essence Looks for my warmth on frigid plane Follows my foot prints across the snow I don’t dare turn to see how near he is Not much further and I will find shelter I approach a bunker full of friends No fears can follow me in there Helping hands reach out for me A place out of harms way A place of comfort I have escaped No more fear Secure Home
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. The words this week are “Cold” and “Safe“. This week I chose an Etheree, well technically a Double Etheree.
Note – Fiyero (my boxer) resents my insinuation that he is a coldblooded killer ;) Yes, that is him up there chasing his “sister” Idina through the snow….
Photos beyond count Raw statistics in folders No time to revel I have snapped many pictures But have left them unopened
I open the ‘Explore’ on my computer and go to photographs. There are folders ordered by dates staring at me. Each folder contains a lot of photos, dozens, hundreds. I leaf through some and find them both familiar and unfamiliar. I have seen very few of them since the moment I clicked the shutter. There are birds and people. There are rabbits and buildings. There are trees and lakes and seascapes. Pictures of merrymakers reveling at a wedding reception, dancing to loud music. Birds sitting on quiet shores or soaring majestically through the air. Where has the time gone? Why can’t I just sit down and go through these pieces of memory? Perhaps even post some on my blog Ooops, where has the time gone!?! I have to get back to work!!! Bye… Continue reading →
It’s a slate grey day Relentless cold rain beats down Summer is long gone I want to go through a book Curled up on a nice warm couch
See the wet cool words Mild but not agreeable November showers
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. The words this week are “Pleasant” and “Read“. This week I wrote a Tanka and a Haiku.
And yes, 40 F (4 C) and pouring rain today – my least favorite weather.
Me And You Our duty For liberty An obligation Paid with our fathers’ blood Yet no cost to perform it To express our inner believes To put our philosophy on line To choose the direction of our country I don’t understand why it is so hard So many ignore this basic right Some try to stop others from it People feel bound by their chains Stopped by constraints of time Break those nasty chains Open the door And join me Go out Vote!
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. This week we were given free reign to chose our own words. Mine were “Free” (including “freedom”) and “Act” (including “take action”). This week I chose a Double Etheree.
The night is quiet, still. Nothing is stirring. We creep forward. I let out a nervous giggle, and you shush me, all serious. I pull myself up, trying to look dignified, though the butterflies fight in my stomach. You give me strength, but is it enough? We have been moving slow, carefully, but are approaching the hidden crypt. What will we find there? Although apprehensive, I take the lead and open the door. It is my place, after all. But I’m sure you can tell that I am spooked. Much more brave than I, you smile, brush past me. Taking my hand you pull me through the threshold, closer to the uncharted tomb darkness. I was hesitant at first, but your mood is contagious and I continue on, trying to echo your confidence.
A chill down my spine A serious look from you I approach the vault Both anxious and excited I head into the unknown
Sneaking into a cemetery late on Halloween night? Perhaps into a mausoleum? The catacombs under the ruins of an old church? Or did you put an R-Rated meaning to the words? An X-Rated meaning? Get your mind out of the gutter! ;) Anyway, I guess if they are sneaking into a hidden tomb somewhere, it is their first time…
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. The words this week are “Afraid” and “Grave“. This week I did a Haibun with a Tanka as the poem. I tried to use the “key” words multiple times, with different meanings.
It is a cold October night and I am walking through the woods at the bottom of this valley, Swift’s Hollow. There is a strange noise, just beyond perception. A muted sound, as if heard from a million miles away. Is that the snap and crackle of a fire burning? Do I smell smoke? Are there screams of pain mixed in? The children locked into this cruel prison for no other reason than their parents have died are trying to get out. And now they are trapped, trying urgently to get out, to escape their grisly fate. Do you hear them?
Flames Children Dull rumble Behind locked door The valley glows red An orphanage on fire Apparition of the past Visit the empty foundation Souls lost in a conflagration They speak to us as midnight approaches
Why visit this bloody spot of gore? Why listen to the loud screams of pain? Can you stand to hear babies cry? A local right of passage Communing with the dead The poor children burnt Meaningless death Lost spirits Empty Gone
Hue towards orange Bruise purple and macabre brown The world turns spooky
Tingle down my spine Visions of a darkened hue Words ghoulishly stained This season I like to read Some tales embellished by fear
Written for Colleen’s Poetry challenge. Each week she gives us two keywords, only we must use synonyms only, not the words themselves. The words this week are “Color” and “Creepy“.. This week I decided to do both a haiku and a tanka.