New Day
Orange Sunshine
Streaming in the mind’s eye
Awakening reality with
Purpose
Melting
Consciousness basking in a pleasant
Scene reminiscent of
Glowing embers
And love
Cinquain-2, 4, 6, 8, 2, 2, 8, 6, 4, 2
A New Day
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Time
Each day has to end
Time is a friend to no one
Creeping, crawling on
Never forgiving, takes all
The infinite abyss waits
Black Lab
Black Lab
Soft fluffy fur
Bounding across the lawn
Forever spreading love and peace
Canine
(Cinquain-2, 4, 6, 8, 2)
First Touch
Forever looking for the first touch
Individual fingers, slowly moving over cool skin, exploring and defined
Remembering each soft caress as if they would never end
Savoring the anticipation and the ecstasy
Trapped in time, the moment builds
Tasting each infinite possibility,
Oblivious to the soft cloak of sensibility
Unflinching and unsure, apprehension measured with each soft breathe,
Captive to the fascination of the moment, the thirst building as if to fulfill a sacred promise
Humbled, each touch an affirmation of what is to be, what is meant to be, perfect in its simplicity.
The Abyss
Standing in the door,
Hidden in obscurity
Planning the first step
Hesitant, the black abyss
Awaits, swallowing the night
Tanka-5, 7, 5. 7, 7
Jase-A Haiku
Eyes closed, tail wagging
Sleeping and dreaming, happy
I am loved by all
Legs moving quickly
On the chase, can’t seal the deal
No problem, I’ll wait
Sleep fades, eyes open
Familiar voices greet me
Radiating love
An Every Day Passing
Passing, the light mist of perfume saturates his senses.
Dizzy with lust, thoughts obscured by the quick nod and flick of the hair.
The calculated, pensive look, carrying an almost sad quality, dominates the ink stained paper in front of her.
Seen together, but always separate, beauty is renewed daily with the glimpse, the almost forgetful hello, the not knowing.
I Will Write
Words. Trapped in time, by time.
For years, silent by choice, now seeking escape.
At first willing, the mute pleasure continues its wayward course, the silent pen refusing to deliver the promise of naked thoughts, thoughts quietly measured by experiences seen only by the keen eye of diluted and compromised comfort.
A prisoner of the mind, each word waiting to cascade over the vaulted edge, only to be stopped once again, by time.
Slowly the scales melt away, allowing for the words to come forward, floating uninhibited with the ease of a leaf floating on a neverending stream.
I will write.
To Want
Eyes wide, can I see?
Open mind exposing love
Always out of reach
The Inevitability of Time
We travel through life hoping that time won’t move.
Always hoping that it will stand still with the steely determination of a Marine standing guard.
But it doesn’t.
Days, months and years spent living, mystifyingly chained to the fixtures of life itself, not paying attention to the ticking clock.
Yet time marches on.
Family and friends pass, reunited with the earth, silenced by time, remembered briefly and then forgotten like the sting of a bee soothed by cold cubed ice.
We move on, masking our sadness with memories, perceived and real, that are tattooed in our minds.
Time begins to take over, the memories that once held us up now falter and fade, our own timeless progression now becomes the enemy.
We then pass and that memory will hold another up until time catches up with them.
The Zen Hiker 