Obviously, I’m on a big poetry kick right now. I suppose one strikes while the iron is hot creatively speaking. Lately, I’ve enjoyed the peacefulness and contemplative depth available through the simple little Haiku. For those unfamiliar with the Japanese poetry form it is composed of three lines, five syllables followed by seven followed by five. It is a seventeen syllable delight. I try not to think too long in writing them since the stream of conscious approach is so liberating and, well, fun really.

I give you, Haiku.

Here I sit, alone

Caged in public solitude

We are together

 

Never ending one

Sees what no one else can see

Subtle intrusion

 

Practicing sublime

Music, foraging in sounds

And every note counts

 

Dis-entangling

From places, wild, forbidden

Re-integrating

 

Come, save me, O God

Release me from my prison

That I might praise you

 

Severed like a limb

From life-giving tree and branch,

Awaiting our death

 

Felicitation

Birthing deeper happiness

Blest awakenings

 

Learning to reveal

What lies hidden and asleep

Reveals our learning

 

Now, with hearts, strangled

We wait, disembodied, blanched

Look, our tombstone rolls