Nature reigns in the mystery of history

Branches break, deer leaps
Picking Summer's fine bouquet
Bells ring nine, all at once

an artist painting with words or a child scribbling madness with crayons?


Nature cries for you and for me. on my bald head, rain drops.
Walking through summer's smells of the past, rain on pavement, Summer's sweet perfume, bats feeding overhead as light falls from the sky, losing its battle with the stars. I walk in with a bunch of flowers, no vase to be found, and they end up on the counter, then in a glass of water. And I head back out into the light drips of rain, falling through the streetlights, a curtain falling down on the day. No drama on this stage, just the past peeking out from every corner and hiding behind each house I pass.

White sneakers and Jose Cuervo

Two Haiku (haikus?) inspired by two divergent observations today.



Spotless white sneakers
shuffle through life, and the mall
"Get Dirty!" shouts Death




Jose rides shotgun
Hot wind blows AC/DC
Summer is the nuts



By way of explanation:
The first observation was of this old dude shuffling down the sidewalk in a pair of sneakers so preposterously white...I imagined him shuffling around his house, around the mall, anywhere flat and clean, shuffling safely and spotlessly toward death. And I thought, what kind of life is that, for him or his sneakers?!? Screw being safe and clean, Might as well get dirty...


The second was an observation on one of those perfect summer days; really hot, a few puffy clouds in the sky, cruising with the windows down, warm summer air blowing and flowing, enjoying AC/DC cranking loud and the bottle of tequila I just bought sitting there in the front seat next to me.

Peace to the Planet...

Red Sox and Haiku

boston.com recently asked fans to submit poetic homages to Fenway and the Red Sox in the form of Haiku.  Since these are two of my favorite things combined,  I couldn't resist.


Red Sox haiku

These photos were taken during a late Sept game in 2006, my two oldest children experiencing Fenway for the first time.  I can't remember who they played (Toronto?) but I remember they won and Papi set the record (later extended) for home runs hit by a Red Sox player in one season-maybe 51 or 52 at the time.  The Sox were out of the race by then but it was one of the best days of my life

red sox haiku #2

What would Daisuke Matsuzaka and Hedeki Okajima think?

Peace to the Planet and to Red Sox Nation...

Sunshine. Rainbows. Candy canes. Unicorns. Sometimes I wonder why I bother restraining from self medicating. Fuck. I hate it when I cant even get sarcasm and cynicism across. Sooo...instead, here's a haiku.

The human heart beats
Pain and joy, not far apart
Sun and rain, give life

Fall in Love, Fallen Love

Sun shining brightly
Even on a cold, Fall day
Frozen hands, warm hearts...

Love was in the air
That cold, cold October day
Frozen hands, warm hearts

The cold winds of change
Blew that love, like dying leaves
Frozen hands, cold heart

TG-

I love winter, the snow, the cold. the entire landscape sleeping beneath a blanket of snow.  Spring brings rebirth, activity, new flowers and raging rivers.  Summer literally buzzes with life, the contrast of an electric blue sky and verdant green fields and forests.  And then there is Fall.  There is, of course, the colors.  But there is also the crisp morning air with the frost sparkling  in the morning sun.  Or going for a walk in the late afternoon or early evening, a light breeze rustling the fallen leaves and carrying the unmistakable scent of Autumn, the moon rising into the darkening sky.  Yes, there has always been a romantic feeling in the air, for me, when Fall rolls around. And yet there is something bittersweet about the season as well.  There is the color and the romance, but there is also that feeling of the beginning of the end, the cycle of the seasons coming full circle.
  Fall is still has a romantic feel for me, but it is a colder season without a warm heart.  When I read the haiku triplet above it seemed to capture the essence of all of this, what Fall feels like to me now.

Peace to the Planet this season and every season...

seasons in haiku-in honor of the first day of Spring

past the fallen tree
dancing waters also sing
songs we alone hear


buzzing green alive
silent clouds are witnesses
sunrise on the hill


hear and feel and smell
windsong caressing your nose
flames fall to embers


perfect crystals shine
though fallen from dark grey skies
the earth laughs; transformed

lovin' haiku

Posted an impromptu haiku the other day and was thinking...I love everything about them.  They are concise, and have a simple, clean beauty to them (not mine necessarily-I ended up reading  some before and a bunch  after the post).  I also researched their form, history and components and found out that I unintentionally included a common element (nature/season) into my own, kinda neat.   I wish I could read/speak Japanese because it sounds like there are definite differences between the two languages-plus, they even look cool in Japanese-especially with the characters written vertically. Check some out for yourselves-a nice one posted in the comments to that post by Marina and also here http://www.haikupoetshut.com/

ripples in water
tsunami devestation
small rings get bigger

Peace to the Planet...

Haiku for today

sloshing and sliding
sun on the melting sidewalk
snow on a Spring day

-TG

Peace to the planet...