I believe in being prepared for any given situation. It isn't because I'm a pessimistic person; I think it is just good common sense. Hence, I've entitled my blog "Even Nothing is Something."

This covers my butt in any event. On any given day I can feel great exaltation that I have done something grand. I can scribble fiercely when my thoughts are leaping across the meadows of my mind like a happy little colt in the month of May, or my mind and writing can be as dry and arid, as cold and without life, as the Gobi desert - because even Nothing is Something.

I want to thank all of my fellow artists who work through other means and forms and who sell their work on the wonderful artist's site "Etsy," a place to buy and sell all things handmade, along with vintage items and supplies for their craft. They are a great group of people.

Those who have links to their site on my blog represent only a few of those whom I wish to include. Just click on one of those links and join the Etsy community. It is free. They are a great group of artists who have relieved me of my money in the most delightful of ways. If it weren't for their encouragement, I would have never shared my work through this blog.

Thank you my darling friends!

Enjoy my blog - The Poet or Not - More or Less

Friday, September 17, 2010

Haiku with a 5-7-5 Meter

Well, I'll be. I was looking through my documents for something in particular and happened across this Haiku Poem with eleven verses. Now, how could I forget I wrote that, I wondered. Here it is.


Were I a flower,
I could live for a reason,
to make someone smile.

Were I a flower,
I could die for a reason,
to spread seeds afar.

If I were the wind,
I could sail across the sea
and learn who I am.

If I were a star,
I could shine for the lonely,
to brighten their life.

And, if I were a
breath of balmy air, I could
save myself from death.

If I were a breath
of air I could find some hope;
instead, I'm breathless.

If my heart held a
song, I could sing; instead I
hear a dirge of grief.

If my heart was loved,
then I would know happiness,
a reason to live.

Life doesn't always
fulfill our dreams; they can be
beyond potential.

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