Tag Archives: Rose

Roses and Thorns

Roaring chariots down thunder road

Equal to—

Spring’s breaking ground to surface a rose

All of it, is noise—

 To awaken the dreamer to follow the sound

To chose—

Drummer and screamer or singer of songs


Silence has no meaning

Unless we are there before the sound


Until then—

Protest the ears that share the same mind

But not the heart—

That listens alone, before expressing

The blessings below or above the ground—

Splintering wagon wheels

With roses and thorns



Posted by on September 11, 2016 in Beginnings, Existential, war, Zen


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Summer’s Friendships

Part I

The wasp and the rose

The queen in hibernation

Both are soldiers gone.


Kingdoms in autumn

Torn from center of the heart

Are rebuilt in spring.



Posted by on October 5, 2014 in Beginnings, Haiku, Pine Cone Diaries, Poetry


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