Parents (Prayer) Promise

As we breathe, as we live,

we walk in the shelter

of His wings.

How many times can we tell you we Love You?

And how Many times can we say

You are a part of our God?

Every prayer we send to our Creator,

has a gracious acknowledgement

of His gift, of you, to us.

Our Children

is His acknowledgement

of our praise.

How Many times can we tell you we Love You?

now and

 Forever .

 

October 17th 2020 (Quar)

Fidelity is not suspended in the body; it is the balance of Love.

 

love becomes greater

throughout the seasons of doubt

in a quiet mind

 

October 12th 2020 (Quar)…Eve

Ode to Queen Jessica:

~love has no color, only the heart can see it; in natures prism~

 

Her birth was inevitable—

orange Lady Bug helicopters on the windowsill,

giggling about the Princess to be born.

 

The ladybug with hidden wings,

Visits a sunny glass pane,

Then buzzes back on the windowsill

with a slow dance—

and awaits patiently still.

 

Falls parade has already announced

The coming birth, from the mountains of Virginia

To the rivers of Valley Forge.

 

The Prince has already been born,

Waiting to cradle her into their upbringing.

 

Lady bug smiles at the harmless spider,

settling in for the winter,

spinning the legends

of her descendants,

in the center,

of her castle—

 

 

 

Notes found on the refrigerator: Aug. 30th 2020: Quar

 

Green leaves shush each other,

in the gossip and the celebration

that will take place;

sometimes in loud applause

with the forceful incoming

September breeze.

 

The sun and the moon are complicit;

getting ready for the seasons fall

—In pageantry and bright colors

before winter candles are lit;

 

to read by and catch the glow

on the faces by the fireside

and smile with the rewards

of another year, gone by.

the leaves are laughing

giddy all spring and summer

sleep gently tonight

 

an editorial: To exhausted to open the refrigerator door this morning,

To exhausted to open

 the refrigerator

 door this morning,

I found this note

 getting swept up

 from the kitchen floor:

Aug. 10th 2020: Quar

       Politics has grounded up the idea that the ignorant  can become morons without learning un-biased information, even when their lives are in chaos, it comes to them through  a Piper’s flute, jumping off the cliff of the true principles they all  believe in… whether PhD., GED, home school, or on the job, life and work experience. They have nested termites under the floor of our Great Experiment. Good grief!

       Then, there are the American Patriots, rarely ever accepting a label other than they are Americans and believe in the same things all Americans agree on, and pledge Allegiance to our Constitution; without embellishment. They believe in the equality of our neighbor that makes a hood a home-town community; that excels in growth, in principle, that becomes a State with a balanced opinion by democracy and Justice. It has prospered, as a United States, the successful American Experiment that other’s said would fail. (They ask to silence the anger, demeaning slurs to our neighbor and live the American Dream, with logical dialogue. “…to the Republic for which it stands: one Nation indivisible, with Liberty and Justice for all…”

       Only an enemy of these principles, of this Awesome Country, can divide us into strife; systematically, until it implodes. Leaving the spoils for them and to enslave the people, for basic necessities. There will be no time to mourn luxury.

        The time needs to be reminded that “the times (as usual) are a changin’ …”; to correct our mis-steps going forward into the American Dream.

fog lifting the field

revealing dandelion

in execution

 

Notes found on the refrigerator Aug. 18th 2020 (QUAR)

I opened the door at dusk and caught a good size flash

of white fly in ahead of me.

 I close the door and I’m still not sure

 if it was a big moth or Tinkerbelle…

                                                           

     The plants wave and sway when I sit down among them, often, even without a breeze. At dusk, at that time, they do get a little bold, as their suitors are asleep counting their blessings..

     From dandelions, petunias, coleus, other’s that I threw the tag away at planting, and of course, the neighboring  wild daisies; we all seem to have a mutual understanding for each other.

     As sunset glows, stopping to affirm our relationship, a humming bird stops by and takes a sip of summer’s last flowers. And as a card in the spokes of a bicycle, flies away as loud as a snore.

crickets rejoice night

settling the day gracefully

awakening dew

 

self-pity

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

 

Notes found on the refrigerator…June 18th. 2020 QUAR

QUAR Notes: [Haibun Journal]

R.K Garon

June 18th 2020 QUAR

 

Ode to my Coleus and her best friends:

 

      Oh! Coleus of majestic colors of red, yellow, and green, standing tall among the pansies and petunias.

            The pine New Hampshire mountains, as a back drop, gives the admirer a reflection in the mind. Colorful fantasies even to the blind.

black and white is stark

rainbows from dark clouds bend light

shadows disappear

******

     This time, just before dusk, I’ve noticed, on several occasions, a black butterfly. The only reason I notice it, she flutters around the sunflowers, never touching them, and just as quickly, I notice her whizzing by my ear as she flies away. “Sleep tight” I’ve heard. 

      Now, what the hell is that all about? As I said my prayers.

Chair in the garden

Flowers or vegetables

Space is required

 

Notes found on the refrigerator…June 10th. 2020

     Desire! The devil in the bottle, the glitter of gold in empty fisted hand, greed, self-adoration, and snorting the frosting on every cake.

     Often desires, overwhelms the conscience at the table of our nature. Understanding the argument, in the environment that it presents: our sub-conscious processes the outcome.

Shall we seek the truth

Desires are a bastard

Dandelions bloom

 

Notes found on the refrigerator…June 6th. & 7th. 2020

June 6^th. 2020

I was kissed by a moth in the headlights

of an oncoming car;

we both flew… out of the way.

ZQ

           

June 7^th. 2020 (Sunday)

     The butterflies were flying around the flowers and blooming blackberry bushes. Fluttering about in scenes of frenzy before they landed on one of them; wings upright and still.

     With their bright colors in the noon day sun, they enjoy their nectar for lunch. Then, they flutter away; wings never stopping, across the grass and flirting with the branches of the trees. But, they never go to the top of them, with no such dreams.

nature is alive

productive and on purpose

enjoy who you are

 

 

Scribbled note:

regardless of all my perfections and ignorance, I still seek redemption, in my Sacred nature.