Life In The Pacific Northwest
Poetry became part of my life decades ago. My first memory involving poetry: a creative writing class from seventh grade. Poetry and writing remain crucial parts of my life to this day.
I find my inspiration in the commonplace, in everyday experiences, in current events. My daily meditations grant me a great deal of clarity, which comes in verse.
Currently, I’m focusing short-form poetry. Predominantly I’m writing haiku/senryu with some tanka. For the past few years, I’ve worked to post a haiku daily. Though not perfect, I’ve been able to stick to that schedule pretty well. Some longer forms come to me, too, though mostly in free-verse.
Energy I waste.
Second guessing my past acts.
Tormenting my rest.
Paralyze my forward motion.
Continuously reviewed; my past.
Parse, tear apart, drift away my focus
From now, here.
Unwilling to be wrong?
High standards gone awry?
Or just internal schadenfreude?
A delight in my own misery.
Always my past,
Drug forth, tortured.
Each fault extracted
My anguish revisited;
Reborn.
Children across my life.
Odd that none suffer.
Free of disease, lacking
Any ailments that
Chill the souls
Of parents.
I shudder, fear shakes
Hard, knowing statistics
Don’t lie.
Our moment comes.
May my grace be strong
Enough.
Amen.
Writing feels clunky this morning.
Not flowing, not free.
Words free, yet lack resonance.
Dreams unanswered.
Tomorrow is neigh,
Monday lurks beyond the dark,
At dawn it shall pounce.
Ok, enough on tech. Time to return to some poetry for awhile.
May your next week be glorious and satisfying.
Life,
Laden with excitement
Delights brim from myriad sources.
Work,
So much needed
Too much pain, no sitting idle.
Time,
Human limits, faced by needed rest
Demands of family.
Limitations,
All I want to do
So much to care, to love.
Focus,
Unable to complete all I see.
Trim the lesser… and Live!
Night embraces me
Lingering this early morn.
Sunlight rises soon.
Sunlight greets the morn
Shadows play in dew soaked grass
Bird’s call, anointing.
The sun rose with filtered light,
Dawn’s still stronger than the night
Hope arises, born anew
Even when the skies aren’t blue.
Though we shake, we know the truth
That fear won’t win, not absolute.
Redemption frees us from our doubt.
Then our silence becomes a shout.
Hallelujah.
Sorry
Mistook you
For a sinner.
Shall we
Transfer your soul
Into that rock?
It shall feel
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