I lost my good friend
He is closer to the source
Nature and God now
(I’ll write more about my friend)
irony of fire
removes light from home or town
something once ablaze
(kind of goes with the one before)
I do not enjoy
Seeing your house without light
The fire takes too much
after friends’ house fire (haiku)
Here’s News (and a Haibun)
(1)
Here are three news leads from The Guardian:
The United Nations has for the first time signalled its “human rights obligation” over the deadly cholera outbreak in Haiti that has claimed the lives of at least 30,000 people.
‘It’s only working for the white kids’: American soccer’s diversity problem [headline]
Yesterday, a report came out that said more than 1,000 migrants and refugees have died just in the last week while crossing the Mediterranean.
(2)
Everyone on all sides of things is falling down. UN peacekeeping. Soccer, the world’s sport. Migrants we don’t count who die. Doesn’t help my own precarious feelings about stability or sanity in the world. Doesn’t help the fragility in me or mine. On this side of apocalypse (only frightening for some), what might we save? In order to retain poetics, I’ve refrained from news of politics today. I doubt anymore the answer’s there.
(3)
Black box of the plane
Black box of refugee’s boat
Black box of sea’s depths
Harambe
Hold anger around
Visit with the silverbacks
To promise mourning
(haiku) From the Back Yard
Cardinal on fence,
Momentary red still life,
Flies away—that’s good
Cold morning air, one
Bumble-bee under flower
Following its call
Rabbit’s tall long legs,
Wary, lope across the yard:
Mitigated zeal
Haiku over Coffee
(while I was away)
Fat robin. Pregnant?
Why not, this is fecund time.
Eggs into small birds.
(walking through the yard)
never never ne
ver will I trust in this a
gain mean it this time
(playing with “never” the way
Shakespeare plays “tomorrow”)
“selfishness of mind”
is the “common enemy”
Dalai Lama bless
(at the bookstore)
Too much death in news
Guns, traffic, derailments, fire
Country mouse for home
(reading and watching the city
news at the same time)
So you know, all friends
Each drafting of one of these
Truly with coffee
(even now)
haiku and prose(story)-poem
There is no war here
For those who warred have fallen
Heaven realm’s justice
The war in heaven is long. This is a surprise. It is a surprise to feel that way. How can one feel something’s long in an eternal place? Michael looks up, feeling tired and never feeling tired. Michael knows those fallen to either side. Michael knows them all. Michael has known all the host for an ageless time. Gabriel will be the one to tell, as Gabriel before and every time tells everything to all who hear. War outside of Eden rages, though who wins is understood. The end of war is known.
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