“Energy”
If energy is
not created or destroyed,
where does his come from?
Steve D
Category: Poetry
Haiku Sunday: Progress
“Progress”
The last step forward,
last of a thousand, countless steps,
can feel like a leap.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Mask
“Mask”
Covering the face
draws the eyes to each other,
a sparkle of light.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Video
“Video”
Video did not
kill the social gathering,
merely replaced it.
I’ve been in three Zoom sessions with friends or family in the last week or so, with another scheduled for this afternoon. They’re fun, generally, and I’m surprised how lively and not confusing the conversation can be, even with as many as 12 people participating. A lot of people are talking about what our “new normal” will be after this pandemic. I think Zoom hangout sessions may be here to stay, especially for groups of people separated by distance.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Sitting
“Sitting”
For chatting, play time,
or silent relaxation,
a space to live in.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Remote
“Remote”
Distant connections
from places unrelated
through computer screens.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Local
“Local”
Shop local: motto
anti-corporate. Now required
to survive crisis.
Please support your local businesses if you are able during this time of uncertainty.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Brainstorm
“Brainstorm”
Disconnected thoughts
coalesce into rivers,
creative torrents.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Taxing
“Taxing”
Individual
pennies seem tiny until
you lift a sackful.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Sample
“Sample”
Weaving between folks,
plotting our course to each stand,
to make lunch of snacks.
Steve D
