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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!



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Showing posts with label Poetry Haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry Haiku. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Poem 6

Poem 6

Hummingbird ‘prisoned
Frantic, fatigued sipped nectar
From our hands to fly.

Lying in our palm
Having no choice but to trust
Gaped its beak for strength.

Only once in a
Lifetime could such as we be
Blessed by such a bird.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Poem 5

Poem 5

Lazy sun at its
Highest, butterflies in flight,
Archie Comic Books.

Summer vacation,
A blanket beneath the sun,
Scent of coconut.

Snacks of crackers, cheese,
Pickles, Grandma’s Cherry Pie.
Youth, both sweet and tart.

High temperatures,
Melted patches on the road,
Popping tar bubbles.

Riding bicycles
Folded cardboard in the wheels,
The sounds of summer.

Poem 4

In the time of rains,
Scents otherwise unpleasant,
Smell sweet, like fish worms.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Haiku Poetry With Five Stanzas

Poem 3

The Blue Dawn Flowers
Glories in the Morning Sun;
Climbing their trellis.

Moonflowers open
At dusk to say Good Evening
Till the Daylight comes.

Mother Earth offers
Flora and Fauna Day thru
Night, while birds share too.

Evening Grosbeaks sing
At dawn belying their name.
The Day’s songbird trills.

Nocturnal songsters,
The Whippoorwill shares the night
Beneath the Moon’s beam.