Finding my north

I slant my compass;

Even as time steals

From me…

#haiku

golden twilight

Golden interlude;
A star goes down
In a bruised skyline
Broken by the heartache 
Of a dying day

Faucets in the sky

dark rain clouds now fill the blue sky
hiding the sullen sun behind
even as he comes out to try
to melt the ice buttress outlined.

the sky is just waiting to burst,
even as thunder rolls, lightening strikes
quenching thirst as nature is nursed
drenching well enough to suffice.

faucets have opened in the sky
misting the air with crystal drops
shimmering like icicle pops
splattering, moistening soil still dry.

dribbling into gurgling brooklets
splashing merrily on rocks and ponds
tracing small, tiny rivulets
bridges, archways betwixt dewy fronds.

i feel the soothing pureness pour
over my skin, into my soul
rejuvenating to restore
freshness of spirit as a whole.

a lone duck

in the crepuscule waters

a lone duck

swims home

a starfish snuggles

a starfish snuggles

rocked by gentle ocean tides-

watery sand bed

A haiku for september

I found a poem
in the silence of my loss-
ink has long since dried



#haiku

Bedecked.

bedecked 
handwritten words
drifting in space
enduring through different time-zones
in the pale of equinox and solstice
serenading to the allure
of vowels, consonants
narrating their
saga
words dream
into pages
into eternity
celebrating liberation
of the quintessential poet within
rhapsodizing a rendezvous
kindling lost memories
nestling between 
pages.


#rictameter

becoming civil

civil war-
how much more civil
can we get?



#haiku #war #syria