I can hear sounds of highway traffic from our front yard. It has become louder as the trees lose their foilage, but it somehow doesn’t bother me. It reminds me that I am home and not out on that highway.
Sounds of highway traffic,
Trucks are rolling swiftly past,
I am safe at home.
cfblack, 11-28-2016
Half conversations
People coming and going
Waffles for breakfast.
Noise, I hear noise,
like shattered glass,
I turn on the news,
and hear his name,
his voice saying words
I want to forget,
now enshrined, historic,
their hateful tones repeated,
turn all our frustration into hate for each other,
And I want to tell my daughters
they are never second best,
and my granddaughters, to never let
their hearts be afraid,
I want to tell the people
that our power lies together,
as one voice, rolling down
like a mighty stream,
They will play upon our fears,
they will break up and divide us,
they will plunder what is left
of the beauty of the earth,
for as long as we are blinded,
they will rake up the profits,
and leave us all to fight
for little scraps they leave us,
We need to build connections,
coalitions and alliance
Not another Berlin wall
to separate and divide us,
Holding hands in a vice grip,
supporting one another,
Our fears can never be
what makes us whole,
The earth is one country,
and mankind its citizens,
We are leaves of one branch,
Different flowers of one garden.
cfblack 11-16-2016
This little haiku occurred to me this morning while driving to work at 7:30am:
The Sun pierces night
everywhere sends beams of light
at the horizon.
cfblack, 11-07-2016
Doctor Grandma 