Over the snow, there rides a sleigh. Clop, clop is the rhythm of the horse hooves. Bells jingle, jingle around the horse’s neck. Fog creeps upon the snow. The rumble, grumble sound of the horse breaks upon a quiet scene. The horse stops in front of a chapel. But no one gets out of the sleigh. Now one tells the horse to stay, or leave. So he trots away, leaving nothing but a trail in the snow.
Written Feb. 7, 1983. I stay inside the dark and weary castle keep. It is lonely. I know loneliness. She is my friend. Outside is cold. There are many vicious things out there. The many pronged whip that beats on you until you’re a bloody pulp. The razor that slices souls. The knife that creeps…
Written Feb. 26, 1992. Paradise is space to grow to expand to soar like a bird wind in my hair in my wings in my sails pushing me along the sea Paradise is the warmth of the sun caressing my skin gently freedom to be anything I want including nothing Paradise is the sweet taste…
Fly toward the light on wings of hope and despair your strength takes you there To enter the January 2008 Art Inspired Contest, just post your entry in a comment. Originally posted on 52 Haiku
This week we had a snowstorm and I got to drive to work in it. It was fun, really. I love driving 40mph on the freeway. Well, in light of all this winter frivolity, I thought I’d share with you two things: a song about the weather and a picture from Sprocket’s run in the…
On Saturday, I heard a self-made millionaire speak. He talked about life being filled with choices and how you move toward your goal by always making the choices that lead you there. That’s what inspired this week’s haiku. Choices fill your life The moment of truth is here Which road will you take? Originally posted…
Written in 1983. I am an atom. I make up molecules. I am a molecule. I make up tissue, bone and flesh. I am tissue, bone and flesh. I create a human being. I am a person. I make up cities. I am a city. I make up counties. I am a county I make…