586. inner child thursday #1 (non-dominant hand haiku)

 

such a cool collar

i’ll wear it without a thought

i can do that 🦊❤️

Today is the first day of a new weekly practice for my “sense of haiku” blog. Every Thursday I will post a haiku that has been written by my “inner child”, Little Danny. I will use my non-dominant hand (left) to allow the haiku to emerge from Little Danny. Regardless of the number of syllables, lines, spelling, etc. - it will be posted as it has emerged. This will be my way of honoring and allowing my “inner child” to become an integral partner in my daily haiku practice. I cannot think of a better first photograph than Tommy in his new collar. Tommy is free and lives life honoring himself first. 🦊❤️

Click on link below for info on non-dominant hand writing. 

https://www.google.com/search?q=non+dominant+hand+writing&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en-us&client=safari

585. the forgotten

an icy winter 

and spring’s been pretty cold too

longing for the sun  🦊❤️

I’ve always liked stumbling upon lawn ornaments that seem to have been forgotten as time passes by. Day after day… season after season… they man their appointed spots striving to add some charm and joy for passers by. I always stop and give them the time that they deserve for jobs well done… silly… but I’m sure they appreciate it. 🦊❤️

 

584. everything is a poem

alpha… omega

the beginning… and the end

the trail in between  🦊❤️

Everything in life is a reason to write a haiku. Seventeen syllables sometimes speaks millions of words and thoughts. And when combined with a photograph, it can speak billions. I must confess that my daily practice of doing my haiku blog and posting it here on facebook has a lot to do with my needy needs and living out loud in my poems.  But over the last couple of years, I have truly come to believe that it serves other peoples needs as well. I hope that you all will continue to follow my posts and find value in the ones that serve your needs. Thank you all for stopping in.    🦊❤️

 

583. doing the next right thing

his life on his terms

he comes… meows… eats… gets petted…

then… the next right thing.  🦊❤️

For Tommy, the next right thing for him to do is always right in front of him waiting to be done, then doing it. Lessons in living life abound in the quiet moments of observing living things (usually not people) just living their lives. 🦊❤️

 

582. red’s moment

you big fallen tree

your cut shows me your deep red

i’ll snap you… i’ll write  🦊❤️

Haiku… a moment’s moment of fame. 🦊❤️

 

581. how do i paint an empty field?

once a field so gold

cropped and chopped and mowed right down

now… just watch it grow  🦊❤️

My beautiful meadow of tall golden grasses has been reduced to a field of stubble. A new and unfamiliar  look. I can see every contour of the undulating expanse. I study the ups and downs. I want to paint it.  “You don’t know how to paint the emptiness.”, my doubting voice echos. My loving voice responds, “I can’t wait to see how you paint the emptiness, go ahead and give it a try.” So… I will… I must… 🦊❤️

 

580. refugees

uprooted from home

hurried off to a strange land

may their roots be strong  🦊❤️

Today I saw millions of refugees in a picture of a Spring garden being planted.  Then I wrote this haiku.  I love writing haiku. 🦊❤️