A poetic journey through my mind



Sun bleached sand,
like plain white paper,
displays the artwork of the waves.

Night Sounds

In the desert,
the wind is a lost child,
crying outside my window.

Asphalt Jungle

Headlights gleam like tigers eyes,
roaring along the darkened
rainswept streets.


Caught in a sunbeam, butterflies glow,
like stained glass windows
in natures cathedral.


A small childs drawings,
like ancient glyphs,
contain the wisdom of the world.

4 responses

  1. You’ve captured the haiku spirit – the reference to nature and the seasons is obligatory.

    March 14, 2012 at 7:25 am

  2. KC

    Thanks! That’s my main focus, my reason to write poems…word pictures. Letting someone else have an image that once only lived inside me… 🙂

    And yeah, I need to settle down and write some -actual- Haiku. I desperately need the discipline, and I need to overcome my allergy to any limits other than those I set myself. ;p

    March 14, 2012 at 7:33 am

  3. Love the mixture of natural beauty, details of a day’s event, worship, and a child’s inherent genius in these shorts! Such a celebratory group! Thanks for coming over a commenting on one of my posts (about the “Second Coming”). I will be following your blog now! So pleased to find you!

    March 15, 2012 at 1:09 pm

  4. Mmmmm. Love these, especially sand as paper. Gorgeous.

    March 21, 2012 at 4:56 pm

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