It has been awhile since I’ve written. There is no doubt I am rusty, but that is okay. Everything has a cycle. It is all a process. Patience, gentleness and gratitude certainly help!
Here is my latest haiku:
As with so many people, the death of Robin Williams has jarred me. Being in the level of darkness he must have felt, greatly saddens me. It’s a place I feel deserves no harsh judgement. Pain is pain and with that pain, compassion is needed.
I am grateful for his life and for the light he bestowed on the world.
Thinking of Robin Williams; of the darkest of depressions; of the ability to make others laugh; and of the light, clarity and Springtime that the actual red robin symbolizes, I feel compelled to share this haiku.
Many thanks,
Elizabeth Lorayne
She whispers goodbye
Lips muffled in purring fur
Claws gripping her heart
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Everyday away
Encourages these new wings
To take off and fly
Broken wings dangle
Listless in the tree branches
Combat parachute
An endless green light
Set those wings on Soar
Don’t ever look back
Pitch black midnight wings
Embrace the sleeping child
Falcon pajamas
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*Falcons have powerful totemic meaning. To read more about that, I recommend going to Whats-your-sign.com. I thoroughly enjoy their information.
I wrote this haiku in the wee hours this morning after being stirred by my cat. A Falcon may be calling for life in my artwork… Or maybe this poem is enough.
“A Birth”
A New Moon and You
Let your wings bathe in star dust
Forever in flight
My daughter was born the night of the New Moon (in Taurus) and the weekend of the Lyrid Meteor Shower (2012). She turns 1 next Sunday! Oh.my.goodness.
Would wings be enough
To graze the moon in light
Carefree swoops and dives
Uncover yourself
Ignite the torch and let your
Wings fly you skywards
On a walk with my, then 5 month old daughter, we passed by some native grasses that I particularly love. I find their oatmeal and evergreen coloring beautiful. I enjoy the way they sway and flap, sometimes in unison and sometimes in opposition. I wholeheartedly understand their healthiness in more direct sun than the pitiful section to the left, under the trees – beloved trees.