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
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?
morning commute
February 28, 2014 § 1 Comment
a slow army
ants marching
along a path etched
by white lines, baring heads
downward and forward with eyes
lit, cutting through
the haze ahead
searching for destinations
yet blindly, numbly following
another, through polluted
smog, but still shining
with sun and dew, silently
inching closer
and closer, to wherever
the white lines
carry them
Uncertainty
February 27, 2014 § 1 Comment
the magical thing
about uncertainty
is that it exists
in everything
and forever will
yet it keeps
raising questions
which cannot be answered
but simply embraced
as faith, as risk, as future joy
Snowflake Dance
February 24, 2014 § 1 Comment
a single snowflake drifting
who is it to stand
apart from millions
just another white blur
dancing the snowflake waltz
a tiny creation carried
by the wind
but maybe this one
icy crystal will fall
into the outstretched hand
of a child looking up in wonder
at the spiraling snowy dance
hoping to catch
some magic for himself
who is it to stand
apart from millions
but who is it not to
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