A few senryu thoughts on sync, synchronize, synchronicity
It’s so visceral
he said, on reading my poem
huh? what does that mean?
Back in my twenties, I shared my poems with my friends at work, the post office. Mike B. made that comment. We were so young back then, in our twenties, a bunch of us.
Hey! Oozing faucet
Voracious slime eating folks
Remember the Blob?
If you are in Phoenixville, PA in around mid-July, checkout their Blobfest. The festival kicks off with festival goers running screaming
“How little do they see what is, who frame their hasty judgments upon that which seems.” ― quote by Robert Southey
quelled by his grimace
fearful strangers never glimpse
online trance dance
staring at the screen
wandering from link to link
blinks, three hours gone!
brain senryu for today recite a new poem recant a stubborn notion replicate kindess References: Daily Prompts The Daily Post Photograph: Oita, Japan, 1995 by M. Nakazato LaFreniere 0
placid lake nestled
quiet volcano crater
rumbling summit growls
haiku & photo by M. Nakazato LaFreniere
Ages ago, Rie and I drove up to Mt. Aso in a little white car. I had just learned to drive a manual transmission and was all proud of myself on our little roadtrip.
Solitary hunched, writing daily solitary commitment roll my shoulders, done! References: Daily Prompts The Daily Post Painting: Young Woman Writing Auguste de le Brely (1838-1906) 0
pulling weeds: wait! no food, no eggs
dull spring, colors unfurled
The unintended consequences of large-scale farming with pesticides and
Grainy tiny photograph scanned, resized, now it’s grainy precious memory References: Daily Prompts The Daily Post 0