a mind break

tunnel
through my eyes, escape
as thoughts follow the silence
voices swarm like bees

waterfall
contrails drawn on blue
taking my eyes to the edge
as I spill over

drive
racing the white lines
the dark road pulls me forward
salvation in speed

sunday evening

direct
I cannot hold back
my colours shine like lasers
piercing your unknowns

Sunday evening often turns into a time of
- sorting - for me
shaking things through the sieve
getting rid of the chaff
hoping what is left is real
like water seeping down
through rocks
grains of sand
becoming
clean
clear
truth

saturday

stretch
warm sunlight enters
the waiting winter windows
colour slowly wakes

carnival
up or down? in/out?
I make my way down your paths
slow crazy circles

recognition

tempest
twisting and storming
a cauldron of molten thought
fierce white blinding joy

flood
holding still your eyes
the river inside surges
crystal clear intent

windows/glances
to what is inside of me
new to me too
I just sat down
and let the words come
no preset or goal
it feels odd, but honest
to write this way
I had no idea what was waiting
there they are
it is what it is

uncovered

two very different ones tonight
my mind is in too many places at once
making it hard to focus on even three lines at a time
but, maybe, it is the best time to write
when I don't even know myself
what will emerge

dome
so very quiet
and still, this evening light
encased in gold glass

molten
from earth through my soles
I feel the pull of raw life
skin flows with fire

stirrings

sighs
I miss the night sky
cold clear and deep, it calls me
through an open door

it's always there,
on the other side of myself
waiting with stilled breath
and silver white eyes
slivers of moon on
deep indigo
flashes of scarlet
violet
it is the night
that other side
necessary and needed
to balance the bright
frenzied light
of living

homecoming
I found you waiting
down my winding spiral paths
my center, your home

center

galaxy, I
I am many worlds
spinning crazily through space
each with a purpose

just one

whole
from farthest corners
stars gather, each with a name
foundations of life

after hours

2:00 am, fine time to write a haiku...
sometimes I need the soul vibrating therapy of loud music
you feel it from the inside
vibrating from your center
into the chaos around you
you are removed
isolated in sound
an island of perception
in a sea of electronic joy

numb
music surrounds me
the sound pounds me to my core
my bones vibrating

escape

This one would not let me sleep until
it worked its way to the surface
and was released.

endless
dark tonight, your eyes
submerged beneath a deep night
stars flash in their depths

desert hike

spring
white sunlight flashes
as water sings through smooth stones
clear as awareness

open
windows of sunlight
share glimpses of perfection
light in pure colour

from a hike today that searched for and ended with—water
as all good desert hikes tend to
water is not taken for granted here
it is a destination
something to savor
and wonder at
it sharpens the edge of the landscape
and the sound rings through the air
a gift

quiet time

looking
spending a moment
I try to find a silence
beneath my skin, calm

It is a test sometimes to find that quiet
while all around is chaos
but it does not have to be physical silence
I find it in the light and shadows beneath the trees,
in clouds full and white, perfect as a painting
the horizon—deep, endless and still
even as it rushes forward
greeting me as a lover
with silent whispers
of longing

just notes

Just one today.
I find more balance
when I mix the physical world with the abstract.
Too much time spent on either place
leaves me feeling unfinished/incomplete/bereft
though I must constantly reign in
my wandering thoughts
as they travel dappled paths
into deep, ink filled valleys
up, to white, sharp peaks

expanding in

thin air


clear
gentle morning clouds
slowly waking up in blue
eyes clear with sunlight

1 hour

I walked out the door....and the words kept coming.
This takes a walk from start, to finish.

unattainable
with each step, closer
to the horizon of myself
life is the journey

(hang on, they get better)

warmth
filtered through the clouds
the sun finds my cool shadows
my heart radiates

sunny...again
desert in winter
nature holds no surprises
suspended animation

snagged
with notebook in hand
I take my thoughts for a walk
words caught on the fly

?
how many haiku
can surface in one walk
I am finding out

side-step
writing and walking
do not comfortably mix
dodging a cactus

breeze
pine, smelling like snow
removes me to a forest
no cactus in sight

game
blue skies and warm sun
bring out the smiling golfers
their fountain of youth

close
mountains grow with light
the shadows lock them to earth
I am close to home

invitation?
smells of a hot meal
far better than what I plan
uninvited guest

end
my key in the door
I end my walking haiku
I am warm with words

(Wow, I had no idea I wrote so many. And the walk was only an hour long. Believe me, I do not plan on doing this on a regular basis!)

not square one

construction
words drop in the dark
and try to land on firm ground
forming new bridges

large
standing tall, I walk
stretched from the earth to sun
I can fill the sky

You can struggle, yet still move forward.

nameless colours

how to put into words what I am feeling
don't think I can tonight
at least not in a poem
or even poetic words
but I will write anyway.....
I am changing, uncovering parts of myself
I did not even know were there
reluctant to cover them back up
I wear them, a little self-consciously
bright, deep, rich, colours
that I show in bursts, flashes
to those who wish to see

fizz

rising
early this morning
the sunrise, light as champagne
drawing out the sun

that's it, others tried to push their way to the surface today
but that image stayed with me all day
reflecting how I feel inside
reflections of light...life
drawing me out
pulling me in
I rise also

peace

search
I heard you my love
in the quiet of twilight
softly calling me

waiting
my path lies ahead
in dark valleys, on gold peaks
I find you are there

...
the air is clear cold water
I am submerged

stars dance in my hair
while the moon shines
straight to my soul

riding the dark blue waves of night
all doubt has vanished
...
(Trying to find the words,
but choke behind what's proper and expected.
"the truth will set you free",
there's something to be said in that.)

stirred up

landing
the evening rushed by
while the glow left the mountains
and rested in me

...

the pot is being stirred—

stars swirling in amber

as liquid thoughts
glow from the depths

melting the need
for acceptance

...

waltz
we still dance the dance
one circling the other
eyes locked in wonder

and hunger

(I also wonder where these come from. The words approach, and are insistent. clamoring for attention. They are not still until they are where they need to be.)

seen

sun reef
clouds gather at dusk
like a school of fat pink fish
swimming through the sky

There is no reason you can't laugh with nature.
I saw those clouds, and felt the colors effervescent within me
and I swam with them