Three deer graze a feild
Eating grass still wet with dew
While birds provide song
Monday, April 30, 2007
Friday, April 27, 2007
After The Rain - A Haiku
Fertile smells greet me
As I note rain drops on leaves
The world is brand new
As I note rain drops on leaves
The world is brand new
Monday, April 23, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Late November - A Poem
NOTE: I'm not really much of a poet, but I used to think I was and occasionally I feel the need to write a poem and I I like this one.
I know where I was 8 years ago on this date
In more detail than I know where I was yesterday
An awkward silence in a pretty girl’s car in a drive way that’s neither of ours
she’s waiting for an ex-boyfriend
I’m waiting for the same guy
But we didn’t come together
Good byes are awkward when they’re one sided and someone is still digging in
“Don’t let her in my funeral” But I did anyway
About two weeks later
I wonder if he was capable of caring then
But that night, we were both alive
With a vegetarian Thanksgiving that was still undigested in our guts
And with an interruption from two other pretty girls and maybe couple of pals (I can’t remember)
Her goodbyes were cut short and I rushed him out the door and we drove into the night with nothing good on the radio
I suppose we didn’t need it right then
But then Link Wray saved my life shortly thereafter
so that there would be someone left to remember
that being young can well be the end of it
and growing old isn’t guaranteed
The rest of the night is just a movie montage
that is becoming shorter each year
but I don’t need to every detail
to remember it was good and that good byes are awkward when they’re one sided and someone is still digging in
I know where I was 8 years ago on this date
In more detail than I know where I was yesterday
An awkward silence in a pretty girl’s car in a drive way that’s neither of ours
she’s waiting for an ex-boyfriend
I’m waiting for the same guy
But we didn’t come together
Good byes are awkward when they’re one sided and someone is still digging in
“Don’t let her in my funeral” But I did anyway
About two weeks later
I wonder if he was capable of caring then
But that night, we were both alive
With a vegetarian Thanksgiving that was still undigested in our guts
And with an interruption from two other pretty girls and maybe couple of pals (I can’t remember)
Her goodbyes were cut short and I rushed him out the door and we drove into the night with nothing good on the radio
I suppose we didn’t need it right then
But then Link Wray saved my life shortly thereafter
so that there would be someone left to remember
that being young can well be the end of it
and growing old isn’t guaranteed
The rest of the night is just a movie montage
that is becoming shorter each year
but I don’t need to every detail
to remember it was good and that good byes are awkward when they’re one sided and someone is still digging in
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Thoughts On Spring - A Haiku
Sheets of rain pelt blooms
Then they are dried by the sun
Schizophrenic spring time
Then they are dried by the sun
Schizophrenic spring time
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Trees With Pink Flowers - A Haiku
Pink buds dot landscapes
Dogwoods, harbingers of spring
The air does not bite
Dogwoods, harbingers of spring
The air does not bite
Morning Bird Sounds - A Haiku
Morning Birds Singing
The ones that sound like crazies
Ranting in group homes
The ones that sound like crazies
Ranting in group homes
Pacific Northwest Winter's Day - A Haiku
Grey mornings dripping
A chain of them now for days
Feels just about right
A chain of them now for days
Feels just about right
A Flower Blooms - A Haiku
A bud starts to open
In the first light of the dawn
Full bloom by moon light
In the first light of the dawn
Full bloom by moon light
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