Once they were certain
the dream was within their reach
then came the Brownshirts

#haiku

Let’s be clear about what happened to Jimmy Kimmel Trump’s most brazen attack on free speech yet.

After years of complaining about cancel culture, the current administration has taken it to a new and dangerous level by routinely threatening regulatory action against media companies unless they muzzle or fire reporters and commentators it doesn’t like.

The last robin sings
under the eaves of the house
as winter winds blow

#haiku

They touch
but do not connect
they speak
but do not hear
they seek
but do not find
they cry
but shed no tears
they crouch in silence
waiting

#micropoetry, #loss

A shattered windshield
children cut from flying glass
parents disappeared

#haiku

Yesterday, we got our COVID-19 and Flu vaccines. Since we are over 65, Medicare covered the cost. A young man in line asked about getting the Flu vaccine; his insurance doesn't cover it, and his cost would be $100. Our health care system is broken.

A rusty can
kicked along
not thinking
as it flies
without thought
mindless trash
left outside
toe to can
metallic
rattling
a dirt road
summers heat
bored childhood

#poetry, #August, #summerday

The long night begins
a mournful wind speaks of loss
through the bare branches

#haiku

He wanders alone
along the dark city streets
holding his lost thoughts

#haiku

Cold, grey skies above
mirrors the gray of pigeons
gathered at his feet

#haiku

Each post they create
every word they have spoken
unbends injustice

#haiku

Wind chimes play their tune
making music from chaos
healing broken hearts

#haiku

A golden lock of hair
eyes a summer sky blue
your laugh light and merry
I hold you close to me
feeling the heartbeat of life
that beats for our love
soon the summer rains will fall
our moments to will come to an end
until then, my love will remain
even as the grave takes us away

#poetry

I just want to write a few words,
nothing fancy or profound
just a few words of faith
of the beauty I see
the way the grass moves in the breeze
the shades of green
the whisper of the silence
that calls me to see,
that the well of love is deepest
when I wander in peace.

#poetry

What makes a poem?
Where do we find our words?
How does the poet see them?
Amid the world's great grief,
through the turmoil of love,
In the morning sunrise,
the laughter of a child,
The slow pulse of love,
What makes a poem?
Where do I find, my words?

#poetry

Cumulus or nimbus
I can never remember
All I see are dreams
Taking shape in the sky

#micropoetry, #haiku

The preacher's last words
dripping down from the pulpit
washing God away

#haiku

I haven’t been on Bluesky in a long time, this photo was from January when I had surgery. I’m putting my toe in the water here, posting some haiku’s I’ve written to see how they fly and to get some ideas. Thank you for the likes.

Hummingbirds feeding
tiny migrants on the wind
not bound to the land

#haiku

Wildflowers blossom
in the late summer sunlight
we watch from the shade

#summerhaiku, #haiku

Watching Bruins hockey!

Wondering where the money for these deportations is coming from? What happened to helping hurricane victims in North Carolina? What about the victims of the California wildfires?

Recovering from shoulder replacement surgery has been less painful than today. At least my pain will end can't say that for our country.

Postmodern dungeon complete with an instrument of torture. Television is the attempt to make you believe you're outside having fun!

Nay, I was foolish, weak. I shall return,
Back to the Night and Silence that I love,
Back to my dreams. It may be even yet
The old fires on the old grey altars burn,
The old Gods throng their shadowy haunted grove,
Where I can sleep, and rest me, and — forget.

— Rupert Brooke

On November 22, 1963, C.S. Lewis entered the Wardrobe one last time entering Narnia in the presence of Aslan.

It was the end of our innocence, a day burned into memory, the place we stood, what were eating, the numb feelings, November 22, 1963, a shot rang out, a slumped body, a desperate wife reaching out, memories etched deeply into our hearts.

Out walking the dog and took these photos of leaves still clinging on the branches.

I have seen many people I know now on Bluesky, so I thought I would try.