Day: January 9, 2019
Daily Haiku – Mon. January 7, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
Comforting colors Of the sky in the evening Shades of blue and pink
Source: Daily Haiku – Mon. January 7, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
January Birds
Cold weather in January always brings the birds to my feeder. They bring me a lot of joy as I watch them gobbling down the sunflower seeds and millet. The Red Bellied Woodpecker and Mourning Dove share the feeder together. This is nice to see since birds are often very competitive for the food. Perhaps we could learn from them how to get along.
Woodpecker and dove
Share my winter bird feeder
A lesson for all
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Kim at d’Verse asked us to write a Haibun that talks about January and all it brings with it. I love my winter birds so I chose to write this one.
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People Disappoint
People Disappoint
Blown away
reaching out to touch ~ falling into a winter ~ of silent windscapes —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
And So It Began – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
It was early evening
Too early to sleep
So he let his thoughts fly free
Creating images in his mind
Of what is
And what used to be
Thoughts of his parents
Christmas morning
A cross country road trip to California
Remembering the Grand Canyon
Old Faithful and the giant Redwoods
He was only five then
Hoping to see his idol, Roy Rogers
Childhood memories cascaded over him
Like softly falling snow on Christmas Eve
He thought about his first drum set
Playing drums in the school bands
Winning his first drum battle in college
So many thoughts and memories
Reminding him
Of all that he had experienced
All that had helped form him
Into the man they call
The Tennessee Poet
He smiled
Turned off the lights
Lit a candle
And began to write
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
And So It Began – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
It was early evening
Too early to sleep
So he let his thoughts fly free
Creating images in his mind
Of what is
And what used to be
Thoughts of his parents
Christmas morning
A cross country road trip to California
Remembering the Grand Canyon
Old Faithful and the giant Redwoods
He was only five then
Hoping to see his idol, Roy Rogers
Childhood memories cascaded over him
Like softly falling snow on Christmas Eve
He thought about his first drum set
Playing drums in the school bands
Winning his first drum battle in college
So many thoughts and memories
Reminding him
Of all that he had experienced
All that had helped form him
Into the man they call
The Tennessee Poet
He smiled
Turned off the lights
Lit a candle
And began to write
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
Beauty And Choes
“Looking in your eyes felt like flying.
That was when I knew you were the one.”
It was beauty. It was the brilliance. The one in your smile. It was the chaos in my veins when you looked at me. The way it felt like flying, but yet my feet were planted on the ground. And for once, that foundation wasn’t shaking beneath me, threatening to give way.
© Sarah Doughty
That was the moment
I knew you were the one.
Beauty And Choes
“Looking in your eyes felt like flying.
That was when I knew you were the one.”
It was beauty. It was the brilliance. The one in your smile. It was the chaos in my veins when you looked at me. The way it felt like flying, but yet my feet were planted on the ground. And for once, that foundation wasn’t shaking beneath me, threatening to give way.
© Sarah Doughty
That was the moment
I knew you were the one.
The Reluctant Poet 