#0116 - Amoureur

Sans frontières,
voyage entre
cœ urs solitaires.

#0107 - Haiku XII

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 26}

You can’t attempt to
Hide your own shadow without
Creating more shade.

#0103 - Student's Plight

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 22}

This massive flood of texts and books, so bland
Cannot prepare a student to go on
Or even just to start to understand

The things in which they wish to play a hand.
With frantic grip they must for life cling on:
This massive flood of texts and books, so bland—

It threatens, makes one wish to quick aban-
-don hope and with their tired wits abscond
Or even just to start to understand.

If we say knowledge, wisdom, are both land
On which we must survive, then is it wrong,
This massive flood of texts and books, so bland?

Or is it for each woman and each man
Required to within this life move on,
Or even just to start to understand

The shifts, changing, always moving sands
That form this life's eternal, abstract song?
This massive flood of texts and books, so bland,
Is nigh-impossible to understand.

#0100 - Haiku XI

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 19}

The poet's tired;
He writes a brief haiku in-
-stead of a sonnet.

#0099 - Haiku X

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 18}

Darkness of the night:
The world changes when shed in
A different light.

#0096 - Haiku IX

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 15}

Dry cacti, cool pines;
Vast natural opposites,
Yet each grows sharp spines.

#0089 - Haiku VIII

{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 8}

Movie ending scenes,
Unlike our reality,
Tie up the loose ends.

#0079 - To Celebrate

Celebrations are nice,

but I've never liked committing a yearly day

to something that deserves commitment every day.

A race can't be won by ramping up your effort

when finally in sight of the finish line—

for victory, a lifetime of effort is the best guarantee.

And if you think a benevolent castle you build in a single day will stand,

remember that while you may build it better each time it crumbles away,

the deep-reaching foundation is what will keep it upright.

One day may be for the one Mother Earth,

one day may be for the many mothers of Earth,

but today is for every mother and mother's mother and every not-mother in the world.

There are more women in the world than days in a year—

more women than there are days to celebrate them—

and you want to fit them all into one day?

But, a single day is infinitely better than none,

so let's put all the appreciation this year deserved

into these 24 hours, flowing unrestrained into dawn.

Happy International Women's Day, all. Have you celebrated well?

#0059 - Haiku V

Obserwuj kiedy
Spadam, miliona mil nad
Parzącą wodą.

#0058 - Haiku IV

Metallurgy is
Finding beauty in crudeness.
It's not unlike love.

#0049 - "Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass"

Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.
Experience the passing time with ardour,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.

Though one can't see the Earth in all its mass,
Nor pinpoint each and every linen pucker,
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.

Do not think never-ending growing grass,
Do not think never-ending florid verdure,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.

The world can falsely pretty be. Alas,
Perceiving what it truly is is harder:
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass.

Be wary of assumptions quick and crass:
Your moments, gifts, are ephemeral succour,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.

Don't give yourself to thoughtless, dull impasse:
Live in the moment with an innate fervour.
Don't trick yourself with tinted looking glass,
For even sun and moon will one day pass.

#0048 - "I apologize if I am anachronistic"

I apologize if I am anachronistic or be-
-hind the times. I promise I don't mean to be.
This is the tumultuous hive of the bumblebee.

These sounds and colours are my muse; they're
Ever-present and never lacking in their
Brilliance. I at once am not and simultaneously at once am here and there.

It isn't just an éclat of unmoving colours I see,
But rather a swirling, turbulent sea
Of something like alphabet soup, since each wave forms a rolling "C."

Under the surface of the waters, everything is a manta ray
Whose slick skin is alight with the sun's ray.
A singsong voice in my head sings do and re

With an eventual, sonorous mi,
Which expresses its perception of the world to me.
I adore but never mimic the sun and moon and moon and stars in their beautiful bigamy.

#0047 - Haiku III

Placid pondwater.
Even a slight breeze of wind
Can form ripples, waves.

#0043 - "Green is not the only hue of nature"

Water flowing through the wooded acres,
Carving paths through Daisy-littered grasslands:
Visions I consider ever sacred.

Feel the grassy carpet with your hands and
Do not fear the clouds that fill the distance;
Knowledge, beauty: both are framed by bookends.

Find your place within this precious silence,
Fearing not the storm that's soon arriving;
Rain is part of nature's peaceful parlance.

Drizzle, rain, for now you're steady falling.
Fill this lush verdure and florid pasture,
Fill this landscape with your silent roaring.

Green is not the only hue of nature.

#0033 - Haiku II

Flames provide warm light.
Though, if one ventures too close
They'll likely be burned.

#0024 - "I try to find my place upon the Earth"

I try to find my place upon the Earth;
To find a path or road on which I'm set;
But hard it is to find what I am worth.

My past endeavors I sometimes regret -
If what I've done is right I'm not quite sure.
My growing past is not pristine, and yet

What I fear most is my unknown future;
I wish it would its unknown plan let leak,
Provide me knowledge to serve as succor.

I'm lost and do not know what I should seek.

#0019 - "J'ai eu la peur pour choses étranges"

J'ai eu la peur pour choses étranges -
Choses différentes, choses pas connai.
Mais maintenant j'accueille le change.

Jeune mignon, «je bonbons veux mange,»
Mais médicament j'ai l'évité;
J'ai eu la peur pour choses étranges.

Ma colour favorite orange,
Autres j'ai pas utilisé.
Mais maintenant j'accueille le change.

Étais en nouveaux, grande ménage,
Avec personnes je pas parlais;
J'ai eu la peur pour choses étranges.

Ma tête: un chaotique sporange,
Créant peureux sourcis, pensées.
Mais maintenant j'accueille le change.

Et aujourd'hui je suis très sage;
Beaucoup des léçons j'apprenais.
J'ai eu la peur pour choses étranges,
Mais maintenant j'accueille le change.

#0009 - Haiku I

A sputtering fool -
Is he truly a fool if
Others will follow?