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It is the same Sun that greets me every morning. I don my eye-glasses, and strain the eyes to see if there are any additional rays in the aura around it. A year has passed, and it should reflect in the Sun’s achievements - like a new medal. I think of all the shades of … Continue reading Same Sun, New Colors
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living colors hidedepths of life cycles beneathit's autumn again https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/11/18/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-november-18th-2020-living-colors/
If winter is death, surely, red-slashed autumn is the wound that brought it. Autumnal years have a sense of foreboding, but experience and wisdom add shades of color. Some may nurse wounds of unfulfilled ambition. Yet, the peace of white snow-filled peaks is unbeatable. It holds the enlightenment of truth, after peeling off layers of … Continue reading Autumn
You believe you shine with borrowed light. The Sun knows it clothes you, but also conceals beauty of the original. Poets are busy giving you different names to facilitate expression of the complex. You do find courage to shed clothes, but your identity remains enmeshed in nomenclature. You are just the Moon … let adjectives … Continue reading Shedding
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I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, but…. Expression will open many sealed boxes, and offend those who are exposed. I shake it all up to see if bitterness can be released. Something is released but evaporates, before I can catch it to identify and destroy. Now, it’s all … Continue reading What a pandemic
Mountains and trees defined levels for us. Measurements have to start from where we are, and go up or down. What is the concept of height for a Mount Everest champion? They look below and celebrate. But do they nurse any ambition of touching the Moon? We look below us and name the seasons - … Continue reading Of hikes and spikes
once again sky above darkens night falls once again the sun rises hope dawns once again life moves on cycles of breath once again I accept life myriad colors but just once finality strikes end of life.. https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/30/mtb-haiku-sequence/
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