Out with my paintbrush
finding pawpaw pollen. Once
you see gold, it clicks.
Tag Archives: revolutionary poetry
Beer Can in Sillouette: Haiku
New silver-green leaves
wave at white clouds in a bright
blue sky. Add beer can?
When The Rain Comes: Haiku
Ahhh! NOW I hear rain!
It’s crossing the field, through woods,
soon will splash my legs.
No Storm Came: Haiku
I watched. Nothing* came.
Still, it was better to be
alert and prepared.
OR
*No storm
Forecast Storm: Haiku
In the erie still
before the violent storm that’s
coming*, I sense all.
OR
*forecast
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.”
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.
Know But Don’t Do: Haiku Lament
Why am I here? Why
am I – we set on this land?
I know, yet don’t do.
Change Now, Not Stare Back: Rhyming Haiku
Though I might still be
misaligned, I don’t stare back
behind, but change now.