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| Dinner Bell by Darla Vaughan |
Call me what you like
Don't call me late for supper
You can ring my bell
Showing posts with label Haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Haiku. Show all posts
24 April 2012
Bell Haiku
Call me what you like
Don't call me late for supper
You can ring my bell
23 April 2012
An Inch of Rain, A Drop of Time
I heard on the local news that September '11 was the last time we've had an more than an inch of rain with one system, in this area.
Here in the swamp, we got 1.73 inches yesterday. A veritable deluge, comparatively.
It has been the same length of time since I blogged Barefoot. Much has happened since then, maybe not on the face of things, but inside of my cosmos (which is me, yours is you).
I take that back, on the face of things, too. I mean, I did, after all, quit my job a couple of weeks ago. Just up'n quit. No safety net, just my own talents. I mean, I have them (so do you), but I don't use them efficiently (neither do you, well you over in the corner, you do, but not all of you), because of trying to keep up the farce of 'employment'.
It was simply taking too much of my precious energy, without true reward. I was giving of myself, but not to myself. I see that now. I could complain about the reasons I gave my coordinator, all valid, true, but undeserving of rumination.
Instead, this little drop of time, this period of drought, has been washed cleaned and revitalized of this dry, odd, winter with a drenching of life-giving rain.
Seemed the right time to blog about the little dormant seed in my universe, which took advantage of a crack in its tough coat and decided to burst forth. I'll nurture it for all I'm worth, for it is all I have to feed myself.
Here in the swamp, we got 1.73 inches yesterday. A veritable deluge, comparatively.
It has been the same length of time since I blogged Barefoot. Much has happened since then, maybe not on the face of things, but inside of my cosmos (which is me, yours is you).
I take that back, on the face of things, too. I mean, I did, after all, quit my job a couple of weeks ago. Just up'n quit. No safety net, just my own talents. I mean, I have them (so do you), but I don't use them efficiently (neither do you, well you over in the corner, you do, but not all of you), because of trying to keep up the farce of 'employment'.
It was simply taking too much of my precious energy, without true reward. I was giving of myself, but not to myself. I see that now. I could complain about the reasons I gave my coordinator, all valid, true, but undeserving of rumination.
Instead, this little drop of time, this period of drought, has been washed cleaned and revitalized of this dry, odd, winter with a drenching of life-giving rain.
Seemed the right time to blog about the little dormant seed in my universe, which took advantage of a crack in its tough coat and decided to burst forth. I'll nurture it for all I'm worth, for it is all I have to feed myself.
protective seed coat
only holds the germ so long
it wills itself out
27 October 2010
Dismal Haiku
what the water knows
the water will never tell
You'd have to be there
a teeny ode for my sister, the Dismal
constantly in my blood, for we breathe with the same breath
We respire each other.
A paternal link, peat moss in my very DNA, water filtered through her cells sustains my own.
it is the closest, but it is not the end... She and me the two of us we... are part of the whole.
Gaian Collective
Treat us well as you should yourself.
Wherever you are.
26 September 2010
Time Haiku
Breaths pass, moments tick
In Time's abyss...forever
Why do I waste them?
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05 July 2009
Blackbeard Pirate Festival - Hampton, Va
Every year we go. Arrrgh-ing all the way...This is from last year's naval battle scene. This year's photos are not downloaded yet. Oh, matey, never fear, I will place them here...uh-oh I feel a haiku coming on...
Once a year pirate?
Nay. Everyday has its way
Of turning me Arrrghn.
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