“New”
The tic of a clock,
perhaps arbitrary, but
a sign of what’s next.
Steve D
The tic of a clock,
perhaps arbitrary, but
a sign of what’s next.
Steve D
A night of waiting,
childlike anticipation
for a new sunrise.
Steve D
Icy aromas
sting the nostrils and bare skin
and hands flare purple.
Steve D
Thoughts fly in at the
speed of Internet. I need
spreadsheets for my mind.
Steve D
The fine company,
a symphony of clinking,
a love-filled kitchen.
Steve D
A People are bound
not by land and borders, but
by spirit and heart.
Steve D
One cannot lead well
without treading the path that
others fear to dream.
Steve D
Accepting the past
is not the same as being
bound to its burdens.
Steve D
Is your connection
to your ancestors defined
only by your name?
I completely forgot to announce the NaNo 2017 edition of Haiku Sunday! Just as I’ve done for NaNo 2015 and NaNo 2016, my weekly haiku throughout this November will be based on themes from my NaNo project, The Warden of Everfeld: Legacy. Continue reading “Haiku Sunday NaNo 2017 Edition – Name”
Passing songs around
like melodious vignettes
of our cosmic dreams.
Steve D