Day: December 13, 2019
# Tanka: Cold Moon Sky
whoosh of mighty wings
Great Horned owl in cold moon sky
watching over me
a sign, a message of strength
winds of change whirling, swirling
Author’s Note: On an evening walk last night, we encountered a Great Horned owl. It was an incredible experience.
Frank J Tassone Hakai Challenge #116 Cold Moon
Silence In The Valley ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
There’s a silence in the valley
Shadows fall heavily
With the coming of the night
There is darkness in the houses
Everyone has moved away
As the sun goes down
The valley cries in loneliness
Missing the lives it used to share
The coal has all been taken
And the lumber has been stripped
The price of progress is the answer
The politicians give
But there is silence in the valley
Life does not exist
~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2019 All Rights Reserved
Gentle rising
on this new morning ~ the softest sunrise for us ~ consumed by the sea —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
One candle is enough.
“One candle is enough. Its gentle light
will be more suitable; will be more gracious
when the Shades arrive, the Shades of Love.”
~ Constantine Cavafy
Text & image source: Jana Eid https://www.facebook.com/jana.eid
davidbrucehaiku: cool
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COOL
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open masteries
no need to overreact
calm and self-controlled
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NOTE: Societies go through hot and cool periods. Right now, USAmerica is and has been in a hot period. Lots of people hate each other and want to hurt and sometimes kill each other. I want the return of the cool.
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Today’s Quote
There is no passion to be found playing small –
in settling for a life that is less than
the one you are capable of living.
~ Nelson Mandela ~
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The call
In the beginning
the serenading surf beckoned him
intermittently
disregarding it
he went about his daily chores
then the sweet song of sirens became insistent
the roar and the quiet of the ocean crashing around him
woke him in the middle of the night
he looked at the woman lying next to him
her arm curled around his waist
a serene look on her face,
oblivious to his turmoil
unaware that sea was calling him
torn between the two,
he felt helpless
like watching sand slip through fingers
a heavy weight keeping him anchored
while his soul was writhing
for the salt spray on his face
the breeze in his hair
and the cyan expanse around him
away from the quotidian caterwauling
into the serene tranquility
and the porpoises,
Oh the porpoises!
beckoning him and enticing him.
gradually he was like the living dead
she noticed the faraway vacant look…
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Shower (Micro poetry)
Drag to Trash
The preparation for the upcoming year 2020 should start from now. Starting with removing past trash, be it in any form. Figure the following out.
some past emails
hold no presence
in my inbox
they are better
to be dragged to trash
decluttering,
giving mental peace
@ Kritika
The Reluctant Poet 