Haiku: Try (HH Prompt)

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Haiku 1:
like the Jedi said
there is no TRY or NOT only
do or do not

Haiku 2
inflamed by spring air
I circle closer to her.
She sashays away.

Haiku 3
try to run away
your winter whispers follow;
STOP possessing me!

Inspired by the theme word “TRY” at
Haiku Horizons

Ramble: Talented YouTube Crush

I have no idea who this is but I stumbled across this song and I think she is brilliant!

give her a listen and share! Let’s see if we can make this video trend :)

 


Ramble: Waste Land

Silence is soothing.

At the right time and place. There are moments when we just want quiet. When we desire peaceful reflection. Moments of simply wanting to reside in the harbour of ourselves. Silence chosen and embraced is the sweet blissful cocoon of tea for one and a book at midnight. Wrapped in soft blanket on the couch I savour each sip, each word, and wander the paths of imagination.

Silence is bitter.

At 4:30 AM when the world is asleep, and all around is the dead of night. Even the creak of the house long settled into the cold silence of the dark. Silence then is as bitter as black coffee. Espresso doubled down and chugged straight up and hot. I slip out of bed and wander the empty silence of my house. Standing in each cold empty room looking for answers, looking for voices. But it is only the echo of me rambling to myself.

Silence is nothing.

A gap the size of the moon dancing across the skies, slipping over stars and planets. Dancing between streaks of light from comets. Silence is the sputtering of candles defying the dark, defying the rain, defying the wind, defying time. The candles never win, but oh how they burn, oh how they dazzle with bright burning flames. Silence is the gasp in the moment after you and I. As we pull apart and lie side-by-side, side-by-each, alone in the racing of our hearts.

Silence is absence.

Empty spaces in my memory of people who made me laugh. Made me cry. Made me love them. Perhaps they even loved me. At least in silence I can dream and think; believe that once they cared to call my name and longed to hold me near. Silence frees the ghosts of the past to wander through my mind with stories of ‘what if…’ and ‘remember when…’

Silence is sharp.

Razor edged slicing away what needs to be forgotten. Slicing deep and opening wounds we cannot leave alone. Silence is when we are fully ourselves; undistracted, undissolved, undistilled. The raw essence of I fully exposed to the sun and the sky. Bleeding away trickle by tick, droplets of time all bloody and slick. Revealing the truth to a stupid old dick. In silence there is no hiding from regret and sweet guilt.

Silence is golden.

What more is there to say? Silence is needed, and simply embraced. Held close to feel cold reality and warm life still breathing, still beating, still in this frame. Silence speaks loudly – and when we listen closely silence sets us free.


Haiku: Cold Snap

chattering white cold
slaps hard leaving bright red cheeks
on every grey face.


Ramble: Feast of the Epiphany

January 6th and the year is underway. Still the echo of Christmas is across Christian land as today is the Feast of the Epiphany, the day the three wise-men arrive and offer their gifts to the the new born king. In many ways today is the day that gifts should really be given and not December 25th.

Some still celebrate this day as a little Christmas – I used to leave small gifts out for my kids to find when they were little. Now they’d rather get some money or borrow my car!

Enjoy the day!


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