Unwritten Sacred Secrets: IMprov Haiku

There’s secrets I’ll write

of willingly, and some too

sacred to reveal.

We’re So Connected, We’re Not: Lament

Instead of scenic views and observations,

we watch reels.

Instead of conversations:

“Look at this.”

Instead of asking and learning:

“Google it.”

No wonder we’re so disconnected

from each other:

We’re too connected

to our devices.

But at least with GPS

men can get directions

without asking anyone.

When I dive into/
filth, there’s nothing uplifting/
I can write about.

If I don’t put my/
soul where it can be inspired, /
how can I create?

Now I understand

How Jonah, pre-whale, felt: Told

to say, yet fearing.