Temperance

March 12, 2014 § 1 Comment

a delicate strength
seen not for what you do, but
for what you do not

Justice

March 11, 2014 § Leave a comment

ever evasive
we crawl toward it through the tar
that shrouds desired peace

Prudence

March 10, 2014 § Leave a comment

a pasture serene
within which reason abides
turning in at dusk

To cure a recent lack of inspiration, I’ve decided to do a Haiku series for the next seven days on the seven virtues–prudence, justice, temperance, courage, faith, hope, love. Enjoy!

Liberation

March 9, 2014 § Leave a comment

I have a story that’s like fire
in my mind. A tale I wove
from thoughts and thread
into a delicate cloth
both beautiful, but imperfect
it smolders still
draped over my eyes
clouding sight but brightening
my way. If only I could peel it back,
throw it above my head
and watch it spin through the air.
Perhaps you could catch a glimpse
of its freedom, and throw your
cloak into the wind, just the same.
Or perhaps you would look above
and simply feel its warmth
fall onto your shoulders.

My Paper

March 8, 2014 § Leave a comment

A white sea, blank
an open ocean, filled
of possibility
crisp corners, edges
sharp, surface smooth
with prospects
of magnificence
yearning to be
filled with color
a canvas of
opportunity beneath
a single pen
waiting in apprehension
for what it will become

Song Bird

March 7, 2014 § Leave a comment

the sweetest
song of a single bird
was heard one day in passing
a distant toon cascading softly
a melody pouring into the ear
of a wanderer, who heard
the ups and downs
of a familiar hymn
a soul, perhaps lost, but still
walking, who caught the song
as it passed through the air
and smiled
as he sang
along

Yesterday

March 6, 2014 § Leave a comment

how precious time
it slips and slides
never pausing for air
it persists
as steady as running
water beneath a bridge
it rushes so quickly
that when you finally
catch up
to perspective
it’s already gone, and
it’s already passed

Who

March 5, 2014 § Leave a comment

a harsh frame of
suggested borders,
a gate to remain
within, in order
to be perceived
in ways in accordance
with the borders
and frames that
are placed on the edges
of our universe,
but by who?
for they do not, in fact,
exist.

The Fort

March 3, 2014 § Leave a comment

Like time-worn puzzle pieces
the sticks fit together, wood that was meant
to be. They rested in a modest square,
shaped around a soft carpet
of leaves and dirt. We formed
a pointed roof, that didn’t keep away the rain
but let sunshine always warm
those inside. The structure remained
sturdy, resilient, calm. It seemed
to come alive at our presence
but rest in our absence. Its magic
was addicting and we returned
every summer until the rain and storms
slowly washed it away, along with those footprints,
that marched through the mud each summer
to find our treasured fort.

why

March 1, 2014 § Leave a comment

can it be?
is it so?
was it ever?

how will it?
what was it?
how can i?

who are you?
how are you?
have you been?

when will we?
why are we?
why not me?

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