Miles to go

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
 
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
 
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

robert frost

genius in so many ways, the simple repeating rhythms, the clever linking of rhymes from the third line of each stanza into the first, second and fourth lines of the following stanza, and then there is the eerie appreciation of the dark beauty found in nature and in life.  The dreamlike perspective that views the dark depths as lovely, linked with the reality of obligations and life's long journey.

miles to go...

Peace to the Planet...

seaglass

broken bottles on the shore...tumble long enough , then you have sea glass....memories are like broken bottles, sometimes......

the more i read this the more I love it. deep. meaningful. brief. true. wish I wrote it. makes me happy and sad all at once.

credit to fellow poet and friend D.D.

I want (peace, happiness, and success) revenge

peace, happiness, and success
peace, happiness, and success
peace, happiness, and success
that is my mantra, my mantra for myself
my mantra for revenge
for a life well lived is the best revenge
so, fuck you bitch
peace, happiness, and success
the gra$$ i$n't alway$ greener
peace, happiness, and success...

Rain

rain on the windshield
wipers, keep wiping, won't work
one of life's lessons

Sometimes it feels like the rain will never end you know?  The sky is steel gray, the relentlessly pounding torrent seems to come in crashing waves.  And when you're in it, when it's happening, it has that awful feeling that it will never end.  You can tell yourself that it will end, you know that it will end, but it still feels like it will go on forever.  When you're in it, it feels like it will go on forever.  Because, even with the wipers on high, they can't keep up and you just can't see...

Peace to the Planet....

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...