Were I Other. Were I spoken in a different voice. Were I fallen into impossibility.
I would be like stars.
I would echo the feeling
that follows the wind.
Were I made of light. Were I pulsing like oceans. Were I to open as wide as never and nothing.
I would radiate
rainbows. I would paint moments
with sound. Fill absence.
For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, with synonyms for love and time. I’m not entirely sure this qualifies as a haibun. In the spirit of, anyway.
The embroidered watercolor is a work in progress. I plan to keep embroidering it until I stop.
Biodiversity is unprofitable. Industry is profitable.
Old growth forests are unprofitable. Deforestation is profitable. Prairies are unprofitable. Pipelines are profitable. Clean water and air are unprofitable. Manufacturing, drilling, and mining are profitable. Public lands are unprofitable. Private property is profitable.
Healthcare is unprofitable. Illness is profitable. Truth is unprofitable. Lies are profitable.
Extinction is profitable.
a silent swift swoop
The spotted owl is one of the species that will likely lose habitat if the Endangered Species Act is gutted, as those pushing development over preservation, supported by many members of Congress, and the President and his cabinet members, wish to do. We have to find a way to live that doesn’t have greed and profit as its prime motives. We are not just destroying the individual ecosystems that are homes for endangered species; we are killing the delicate balance that keeps everything on Earth alive.
Celebrate Draw-A-Bird Day by asking your leaders to do something to save our planet, so we can have more birds, not less, and a better and richer life for all.
I draw the Wheel of Fortune. My seasons are indeed turning. I open maps, searching for a solid place to land. Dazzled by paths that keep shifting, I am transported with a velocity that blurs the threads that have held me in the landscape my feet have raveled in the circles of my years. The unknown spills across my limitations, beyond the boundaries traced by time.
Randomness and change
growing wings in transcendence–
A haibun for Colleen’s #Poetry Challenge #92, using synonyms for bewitch and treasure.
I was honored when Freya at Pure Haiku chose me to be the featured writer for the Celestial Bodies theme. It turned out to be a double blessing, as it gave me something tangible to do creatively when a member of my family became ill. He is doing well, but I’m sure most people know the drill with cancer–surgery, and then weeks of radiation and chemo, to be followed by testing and more interventions as needed.
I want to thank everyone for their good wishes, and will try to visit your blogs when I can. Nina and I both hope to be more present in the coming months.
You can find the haiku to go with the illustration above here. Thanks again Freya!
I consulted the Magnetic Oracle for a haiku to go with my May grid.
moon blossoms between
rain root and seed song—bird boughs
blanket the wild wind