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Though I love the shore
My other love is mountains
And the joy of snow
Category: Poetry
Poetry became part of my life decades ago. My first memory involving poetry: a creative writing class from seventh grade. Poetry and writing remain crucial parts of my life to this day.
I find my inspiration in the commonplace, in everyday experiences, in current events. My daily meditations grant me a great deal of clarity, which comes in verse.
Currently, I’m focusing short-form poetry. Predominantly I’m writing haiku/senryu with some tanka. For the past few years, I’ve worked to post a haiku daily. Though not perfect, I’ve been able to stick to that schedule pretty well. Some longer forms come to me, too, though mostly in free-verse.
A Morning Haiku for Seattle
This autumn morning
A layer of frost covered by
The morning sunlight
Another Meditation on the Seattle Smoke
As relief arrives
Stars twinkle through the high smoke
As it fades away
Fog Over The Snohomish: A Haiku
Fog on the river
As I cross the Snohomish
How much of it smoke?
With all the smoke in Seattle’s air, I wonder the breakdown with the fog lingering over the Snohomish river this morning.
With this, there was mist on my car window. That, mixed with river fog are signs of impending autumn. As teachers move into their rooms, seasons are changing.
Today’s Seattle Haiku
Yesterday’s heat slept
Now another day of warmth
I stare at a screen
A Saturday Haiku For Seattle
With the gloom clearing
Patches of blue sky eastward
Yet more rain’s coming
Weather, especially in June, can be quite fickle. Such is today. I guess.
The Pike Place Market: A Meditation
Memories of walking the market
Wood floors creaking
My grandparents walked here
Aunts and uncles, cousins
So very much of my soul
Looks at the westward view
Sunset behind the Olympics
Elliott Bay’s colored waters
Blues, reds and purples
Their history upon my eyes
A Seattle Haiku
Oh, I love this place!
Light moves across this city
My soul has grown here
The train’s horn carries
The train’s horn carries
Upon the suburban calm
Miles from the shore
I often hear the train’s whistle miles away from the Edmonds shore. A few miles, up the hill, from Puget Sound. It actually delights me. Well, at times the intense quiet unnerves me. At my core, I’m an urbanite.
An afternoon walk
Briefly I went out
Enjoying this moment’s sun
As it fades to dust
Earlier this week, the dreary effects of winter faded for an afternoon. I went down the few blocks to the trailhead and walked. Got some good exercise and vitamin D.