I like duet! Writing this I was stuck in hymn, but couldn’t make the syllables work. But I never thought of celestial duet, that fits better with moon and Jupiter.
I love this! I love the image of "ink swirls on the page". It captures the dreamlike state I feel at 3 a.m. when inspiration strikes!
A long time ago I started a webcomic called 3 a.m. thoughts that was kind of a surreal look at all the weird stuff that came to me in the middle of the night. Maybe there's a way to bring that back. 🤔
Thank you Jason. I have a question. Am I the only one that writes poems or anything as it comes me.I don’t plan things. I just start writing and let it roll. Is that how everyone writes?
I think everyone has their own writing process. I don't usually plan anything with a poem at first. I write and see what comes, later I go back and sometimes find a particular form hiding and then reshape the poem to fit that hidden vision.
Thank you - no matter what I write I hear a word or phrase that I will write -and keep going until I feel myself forcing it. I try to make sure before Sharing it that it flows smoothly. Have always been curious about how others write
Beautiful!!!!
Terrific poem! I love seeing the Milky Way. It never feels real.
That right there- exquisite perfectly bejeweled wording.
the dog needs to pee
in the dark at 4 a.m.
i guess i do too
Oh brother, right there with you
Dogs and toddlers are the same
My elderly pooch, too! (And me!)
Sometimes you can see more when you’re not blinded by the light.
Night time is the best time for contemplation and a contrast and thoughts.
This idea feels very zen, seeing better in the dark
Red Rock Canyon
Las Vegas, Nevada
Dusk at the Canyon
What I Imagine the landscape was like centuries ago.
In twilight's soft glow,
Red Rock's secrets come alive,
Whispers of ages past.
Before neon's gleam,
Paiute dreams danced on the land,
Moon their only lamp.
Mystical shadows,
Cast by fires of ancient tribes,
Flicker with stories told.
Canyon walls listened,
To the songs of old spirits,
Nature's lullabies.
Coyotes, their kin,
Sang to stars in sacred rites,
Night's ethereal choir.
Dreams woven in air,
By ancestors of the dunes,
Winds carry their tales.
In the canyon's heart,
Paiute souls softly slumber,
Guarded by stone giants.
Dawn's first gentle rays,
Kiss the land they once called home,
A tribute to times long gone.
Beneath sun and moon,
Red Rock holds their legacy,
A mystical embrace eternal.
This whole haiku chain is fantastic! So beautiful and inspiring.
So much fun!
What do you think of swapping out duet for ballad
stirring at midnight
full moon and Jupiter sing
celestial ballad (duo)
I like duet! Writing this I was stuck in hymn, but couldn’t make the syllables work. But I never thought of celestial duet, that fits better with moon and Jupiter.
Porch light. Moths gather.
Delicate lace wings are spread
Catching faux moonlight.
Perfect! I love thinking of the porch light as faux moonlight. Great haiku!
Thanks, Jason!
As the full moon sets
A brilliant planet pierces
the eastern dawning.
I love this one!
at todays dead end
i dice roll for buttered toast's
full freedom feeling
I love the rhythm of this haiku! I enjoy saying buttered toast's full freedom feeling.
An astronomical haiku! I love it.
Thanks!
slipping in and out
of curtains of silky black
tonight's moon peepshow
This is a great one, Alan! I love the clever word play.
Inspiration strikes
at 3am - thoughts, ideas,
ink swirls on the page.
I love this! I love the image of "ink swirls on the page". It captures the dreamlike state I feel at 3 a.m. when inspiration strikes!
A long time ago I started a webcomic called 3 a.m. thoughts that was kind of a surreal look at all the weird stuff that came to me in the middle of the night. Maybe there's a way to bring that back. 🤔
Thank you so much!
Ooh I love the sound of that! 3am is definitely a strange time of night when inspiration tends to pay us a visit
Night snuck in softly
Like a thief stealing the light
Holding it til dawn
celestial bodies
Watching the slow dance til dawn
Sun breaks free to shine
The thief will come back
The darkness takes over now
An eternal dance
The dark and the light
In A beautiful sky dance
free show for our eyes
This is beautiful! Thanks for sharing. The thief will come back!
Thank you Jason. I have a question. Am I the only one that writes poems or anything as it comes me.I don’t plan things. I just start writing and let it roll. Is that how everyone writes?
I think everyone has their own writing process. I don't usually plan anything with a poem at first. I write and see what comes, later I go back and sometimes find a particular form hiding and then reshape the poem to fit that hidden vision.
Thank you - no matter what I write I hear a word or phrase that I will write -and keep going until I feel myself forcing it. I try to make sure before Sharing it that it flows smoothly. Have always been curious about how others write