31 Jul

the leaves flirt with the moon in a summer breeze,

flickering light between trees;

as I remembered our first kiss.


Now, here we sit, in our distance

without romance or adventure.

We sip our home-grown tea.


Flower without sun

Light without darkness of moon

Wilts in self-pity


Posted by on July 31, 2020 in Haiku, Love, Poetry, Still Quarantined, Zen


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14 responses to “self-pity

  1. ZQ

    August 16, 2020 at 3:21 pm



  2. Kestril Trueseeker

    August 5, 2020 at 9:35 am

    This pandemic is wonderful at pulling back the curtain on issues. But hopefully we will become wiser through all this and learn more about what we need and what we can give.


  3. magicalmysticalteacher

    August 4, 2020 at 7:16 pm

    Social distancing is great for keeping the coronavirus at bay, but not so great for fostering intimacy. What’s a body to do?


  4. Joel (@Stranded Tree)

    August 3, 2020 at 10:42 pm

    “Now, here we sit, in our distance” – being so close, sometimes we can be a thousand miles apart and not know it


  5. Beverly Crawford

    August 3, 2020 at 10:43 am

    No doubt we are all doing our best to avoid a pity party! We need to seek out the lessons to be learned.


  6. oldegg

    August 3, 2020 at 6:09 am

    Humans are such destroyers of nature that they dont really deserve this beautiful world we live on.


  7. Humblekind Poet

    August 3, 2020 at 6:09 am

    awww…no worries, you can do this! there’s romance in having coffee together at this point in your lives. or at least, have some hot chocolate. that’s more romantic and cozier!


  8. Cressida

    August 2, 2020 at 11:53 pm

    Sipping tea can be an adventure if one is an eccentric poet


  9. Ron.

    August 2, 2020 at 10:07 pm



  10. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    August 2, 2020 at 9:15 pm

    You are right about the destructiveness of self-pity, if it’s held on to for very long. Yet your words are so beautifully written that the writing itself must be cause for hope


  11. sanaarizvi

    August 2, 2020 at 7:39 pm

    This is so evocative. These are challenging times for all of us. But we mustn’t lose heart. We are in this together 💝


  12. gillena cox

    August 2, 2020 at 6:46 pm

    WOW your images are so vivid so steeped in poetry. Happy Sunday. Stay safe



  13. Sherry Marr

    August 1, 2020 at 5:02 pm

    There is comfort in sipping home-grown tea. One of my new favourites of yours, kiddo.


  14. skippy manning

    August 1, 2020 at 7:20 am

    Amazing acceptance.Even trees from the same seed seek separate air and sun.



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