She, cheerleader, cool.
I, (nerd,) not. She: Kind to me.
I’ve never forgot.
Monthly Archives: March 2024
Morning Rhythm And Wave At The Sun: Free Verse Nature Observation
Deeply immersed
in the morning
rhythm of the woods,
I didn’t need
the sun to greet me.
Still, when Sol
popped his head out
from behind the rain clouds,
I was grateful
and gave him
a “Good Morning!” wave.
Make Spring Brown, Dead: Haiku
The green of Spring got
poisoned. Now it looks brown, dead
like everything else.
Doing What You Should: Haiku
You’re not doing what/
you should be doing? How do/
you get back to it?
Cats Versus Songbirds Balance: Haiku
How many songbirds/
get sacrificed so we have
no vermin? Balance!
OR
How many songbirds/
must die so we have no mice?
Feral cat balance.
What’s It Like To Be Kind? Haiku
What’s it like to be
that kind and caring person?
She’ll never wonder.
Backstory: A Facebook post about a friend talked about how she was being kind and caring. As I was reading about what she’d done, this poem came to mind. I wondered what it would be like to be kind and caring, and realized that was probably something she never had to think about. She just IS that way. “Kindness begins with me.”
What If The Trees Miss Us? Haiku
What if the trees deep/
in the woods miss us as much/
as we’re missing them?
Back Story:
The other day I was walking through the woods at Spirit Tree Farms, and I felt like I should spend some time at the base of The Old Woman of the Woods, “our” pre-Civil War giant oak tree. As I was feeling her bark, connecting with her, I felt a deep melancholy, a sense of longing, a sense of missing her. I wondered why I’d stayed away from connecting with her, and Nature, and God’s creations, for so long.
Suddenly, I was away that the feeling was mutual. It was almost as if she whispered “Hello, Boy. Welcome back. I’ve missed you. I’ve been lonely for you.”
I’d never thought of that concept before, that maybe the trees miss us! That thought inspired this haiku.
Am I A Failure? Self-Pity Haiku
Think you’re a failure?/
Loser feelings carry on/
unless you say: “Stop it!”
Feeling A Failure: Haiku Lament
When you decide you’re/
a failure at one thing, the
feeling carries on.
Morning Tense Bringing: Haiku Lament
When shouting and rage,
not birdsong, start your day, you’ll
feel tense ’til you change.
Backstory: This morning I got up early to enjoy the sunrise and the birdsong greeting the day. Suddenly, from another part of the house, I heard a video or news report. The audio was full of commentators shreaking and yelling. I felt myself tense up immediately, and even when the broadcast was shut off, I still felt tense and resentful the rest of the morning.