Day 200: The End/The Beginning
The end of a time
is always the beginning
of another.
And on and on it goes.
The end of a time
is always the beginning
of another.
And on and on it goes.
These are actually "Haikus" I wrote a while back, but I found them and cleaned them up a bit to share them here. Obviously they don't fit the 5-7-5 kind of haiku, but they are simple.
Inside a hollow cavity
lives something existing
unknown to us all except
through meeting eye-to-eye
and a smile
The heavy moose
plods along his way
reaching to eat the branches and
we all stare.
A continuous sound
chirp chirp chirp chirp
a mentronome of nature
that we sleep in rhythm by.
My soul is capable
of ultimate love, of
giving life, of sharing joy
of walking this body,
toward anything.
Music finds a heavy heart
and then finds just the right key,
turns the lock,
opens the heart's door, and
pushes out the rock that
weighs it down.
I ran across these poems/prose pieces on my computer that I wrote a while back... and created something with them.
What an indubitable, charming mess you've left here. The possibilities are excruciating beyond belief.
Crushing faded blows, down my soul, down and down
keep dreaming and flood inside my head these
eyes, these hearts, these voices finding me
Incarnadine the color of my heart, tangerine the
color of my soul and bluegrass green
the color of my whole being
I'm drowning in my colors and
they wash, they wash over me
I wonder if you will be ok with what I have to say,
but then again I have to say it,
so it appears there is no choice
I'm finding some enchantment
in this mess I make called life
grace is all that gets me by
Here's a poetry mashup for Day 32:
When Basho Meets Shel Silverstein
Umpagump! Hey you
Thinking, sinking in a slump
Go out and sail now!
Bugs, owls, and bears-o
In the night unawares-o
Somebody cares-o
Silly, Crazy, Goo-
gly, Frazy, Bubble-happy,
and Oopsy-Daisy
