A butterfly visited the sun flowers, kissing only a few, before she flew away. I guess the others are taking their turns.
first flower to pick
leaving the others to bloom
all to pick smiling
Sept. 2nd. 2020: Quar
Oh, blissful ignorance:
In Wilmington, Vt. watching the sun sinking behind the trees.
There is a soft breeze that exhales and inhales around me.
So, should I?
To settle this day down
And let the evenings starlight
with the moon peeking
through the clouds announce
its closure at Midnight?
grasshoppers still chirp
before the incoming frost
that moon sweeps away
Tags: Existenlism, Haibun, Haiku, Quarantined, Zen
To exhausted to open
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
Tags: Existenlism, Growing up, Haiku, Notes Found On The Refrigerator, Quarantined, Zen
June 14th. 2020 QUAR (Sunday)
Loneliness has been good company. It has allowed me to play solitaire with joy and frustration. And eventually urges me to water the plants, for better company.
Old man in the field
Tall grass welcomes summer breeze
Car honks going by
June 15th. 2020 QUAR
Social Distancing to save lives seems to be reasonable:
People seem to be gathering in a lightning storm without being grounded. I saw a bunch of them lined up to get an ice cream cone carrying bottled water. Holy shit! Watch out for the lightning.
Traffic was buzzing as I was leaving off the coast of Rye as I exhale coastal air; heading back to the mountains of Sandwich NH to inhale the rivers, ponds, and lakes. It is different “air”, but here in New Hampshire, neither would exist without the other.
I didn’t speedup, nor had to use my brakes too often, on my way home.
life is in color
each one has its own nature
mindful in the eye
June 16th 2020 QUAR
Father’s day is looming in between the sun and clouds. Each day, as I remember, was a celebration of love and birth.
Life is ongoing
Breaks the ground for a new born
Blooming where planted
I set out to explore an overgrown garden that a previous tenant had started. It still is a beautiful space that someone had lovingly taken care of. Flowers pop up any where they want- in between the tall grass and other nomadic residents.
I put on tick and mosquito repellent then sat down re-thinking my reason for wanting to walk in there. Starring into the old overgrown garden, I saw a path that seem to be inviting me. I got up and walked though it not disturbing anything.
“Let it be” they sang
summer shines before winter
clearing mind and breath
QUAR Notes: [Haibun Journal]
Tags: Haibun, Haiku, Notes Found On The Refrigerator, Quarantined, Zen