Haiku Vivant
spices, herbs, spirits //
isn’t life sensational? //
it all comes from dirt //
spices, herbs, spirits //
isn’t life sensational? //
it all comes from dirt //
that moment between //
“i like you” and “i love you” //
our fingers linger //
do people question //
when a flower will blossom? //
believe in yourself //
empty room soft breaths
a gentle breeze beckoning
evening’s birdsong air
reflective moments
tender love for earth’s brilliance
what a wondrous life
synchronous patterns
natural helter-skelter
harmonized chaos
dirty fingernails
smoothing over soft tilled earth
clear mind, light shoulders
fragile budding growth
trembling in the crisp spring rain
strength gleaned through peril
radiant sunlight
warming me with happiness
cold long forgotten
sunlight optimist
after winters chilled embrace
the kindling of life
this year my friend died
each day a fresh reminder
to live, keep walking
a collective breath
my heart no longer heavy
seedlings renew me
blossoms effloresce
breathtaking sublime brilliance
we were all seeds once
from inside I stare
at mangled seedlings, trembling
ice shards from sky hell
bare root blueberry
seeds sprout in a verdant stand
from dirt, spring’s promise
lonely plants in pots
portend a somber silence
dry air, stale sunlight
What a life. It’s so expletive adjective, with all these expletive nouns; I can’t seem to verb adjective no matter …
falling leaves silence
the dirt comforts my bare soles
this life is lovely
dragonflies hover
lily pads like checkerboards
listen to the fish
Hello, how do you do? Have we met? My name’s Pandora. My name’s Schrödinger. My name’s Pavel, Einstein, Stalin and …
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