Haiku

John Lennon once quipped,
that a conspiracy of
silence, speaks louder
than words....

In Ward Jackson Park,
trees are mirrored in the pond,
as green and blue merge.

There's no sign of Truth,
only the power to charm,
and be evasive.

Poets distracted,
by distorted alphabets,
of the wilderness .

Too much verbiage!
Cut things down to the essence,
And evoke meaning.

Sacred memories
and notions, are greater than,
machine consciousness.

Early September,
and a myriad green leaves ,
merge into the light.

O holiness is
profound simplicity,
without ornament!

Eyes meet eyes in Time,
without cold judgement, but in
warm communion.

Yeats knew in his bones,
pen is mightier than sword.
He was prescient.

Cold, judging eyes, can't
grasp the warm flow of life, in
All its diverse forms.

Jumps out the slit
A mantis
With them chopsticks
cooking
Cellphone
Lets...

First winds of autumn,
Through the half-open window,
of this old kitchen.

Summer is fading.
Its bright pageant now turns pale,
On the horizon.

💤
reality sleeps 💤
✨fruition awakes the soul
🪞 become not believe

We must find patience
Time must be given from us
In order to grow

The sunken cabins
of a great wreck, sequined by,
shoals of silver fish.