humans abandoning human emotions
demons despairing of being fought against bravely
abandon the currency of mutual respect
and wallow in wanton lower realm scorn
spinning the wheel of samsara as idle indulgence
grown fat and happy with complacency’s sinecure
Living angels of
playful attempt at rhyming verse…
a primeval pond
leaping frog disappears into
a single solitary plop!
Pulsing wingbeat of spiralling sound.
Spontaneous poem is like Brushstroke journey One moment following into the next black ink on white paper shape out of the formless punctuation for the sheer hell of it … Even a pause is continuation of the flowering … Even silence speaks…. … And then off we go again Sometimes soaring into rarified alpine airsContinue reading “A spontaneously composed poem is…”
Having hit a wall in terms of stories and articles because silence these days seems preferable to speech, it’s time for some haiku. For about 40 years now I’ve had a semi-regular practice of spontaneous composition of free-form poetry or haiku. They often get lightly edited afterwards to clarify the original thought or polish itContinue reading “2021 Haiku #1”