Timid starts beget
longevity, peace – beware
infatuation,
whose coals, burning too brightly,
blind and scald its victims.
(Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: peace/love. Â I stretched it to a tanka.)
Timid starts beget
longevity, peace – beware
infatuation,
whose coals, burning too brightly,
blind and scald its victims.
(Written for Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge: peace/love. Â I stretched it to a tanka.)
Sixties’ doctrine was all about love –
long-haired hippies espousing
anti-establishment, warriors sitting
for peace, getting their groove on.
Too young to grasp the concepts
of love not war, reduced to accomplice,
I eagerly followed along in borrowed
fringe, sporting obligatory peace signs.
Observed that hugs, and smiles, are free
and that mind-altering drugs are cool,
and guessed the establishment meant rules,
and that even in protest there was uniformity.
(Inspired by today’s daily prompts: Â Fandango, accomplice; Ragtag Community, groove; Â and Daily Addictions, doctrine. Photo from personal collection.)
Fan whirs,
like a cyclone
building pressure
head craves silence
thump –
automated shutoff
ears ring in aftermath
mind craves silence
shrill peep
shatters calm
pierces closed pane
heart craves silence
emotions churn
burning tears
anger screaming
soul craves silence
dissonance
a monotonous roar
bouncing off bones
no silence here
only craving
(Written for Manic Mondays 3-way Prompt: Silence)
The waters of my soul
are still tonight –
the harshness of the day’s
light, easing now into
a quiet solitude.
I surrender to renewal
knowing that no matter
what tomorrow brings
I have peace within
to guide me.
If Nature had a human heart
how fickle she would be –
one day fiery, another ice,
so much based on jealousy.
If humans had Nature’s heart,
then instinct would be key –
to each their own understood
a master plan for harmony.
The past is a narcissist,
Assumes forgiveness
encourages participation
makes promises to restore
harmony, but the walls
of his imprisoning nature
seldom change – stay away
I seek a place, nestled
in the present, where
I can dwell in simplicity –
nothing too taxing on mind
or pocketbook, a modest
abode with room for a pen
and an outdoor kitchen
Burdened by sensitivity
life becomes deplorable,
I can abide the presence
of dog, but never cat –
allergies create restrictions
makes finding the perfect
place for respite difficult
The numerology of 8
would be preferable
a figure demonstrating
balance – as above, so
below – could settle into
eight with confidence
reassure my partner
that I’ve found peace.
Look at us building fences
pretending we have differences
do we not hunger the same
hunt in the same places
do we not strive with equal intent
build our nests with the same ferocity
forgo passion to survive
let us stop pretending
let down these walls
admit to our vulnerabilities
align our purposes
fight a more fearsome foe
We are peacemakers,
declaring commitment;
celebrating life, diversity.
We stand at the water’s edge,
contemplate forever, pray for
serenity, believe in harmony.
Watch as past dalliances,
like old lovers, drift away,
become memories forgotten.
We are supporters, lift up
the down trodden, extend
hearts and hands in aid.
Rescuers, fearless vessels
surfing the ocean of tears
saving lives for the cause.
Withdrawal is preferential
to conflict, introspective
in our peace-loving stance.
We are hosts, expecting
hospitality, unprepared
for hostility, taken aback
Submission lost to fear;
partnering with revenge
spoon out poison, turn
the tables, defend sanctity,
reposition selves as victims
flee our former stance; attack.
Alarmists engage in paranoia,
see only turbulent skies at
the water’s edge, disbelieve
We must hold fast to ideals,
embrace humanity’s potential
be responders, not reactors
Recover our sanctity, reunite
in a vision of peace, remember
that celebration trumps strife.
(Originally published in July of 2106, Conflict of Peace was a favourite of readers for sometime, now ousted by more recent work.)
In light of the recent tragedies in the world…
I have no words
that will change your plight.
I cannot undo the past
nor change the course of your life.
I am powerless to rescue,
fix, or uplift you in your time of need.
Please know that I see you,
know that in my heart I weep.
Know that while I empathize
I can never fully understand your pain.
There is no judgment here,
only heartfelt compassion.
When I reach out a hand to you,
wordlessly, it is out of respect.
I believe in you.
I believe in your strength and your courage.
In my silence, know that I bear witness
to the potential that lies within and before you.
I believe in the power of your own love to overcome.
There are no words to define what is possible in life.
(Image: imgarcade.com)
We need to re-introduce the basics –
give it our all, support employment
of a system that validates, so we can
make mistakes, question, and assess
success – together, overcome helpless
shake ups; remember that analysis
expressing understanding is useful.
Participate – it matters – labour, we
are preschoolers needing instruction,
intentions good but manufacturing
challenge – more work needed, peers
who intervene, critique, research,
vocalize and reiterate a purpose.
Together facilitating a moral compass
seeking security, manifesting harmony
we are teachers investigating possibility
leaning on one another, evaluators
driven by an urgency – remembrances,
experience dictating discernment –
our demonstrations articulating need.
(Image: www.nytimes.com)