for my mom
(2014)
My mom is not dead, this was a writing prompt from a workshop I went to. It was great practice. I encourage you to try it: write a haiku about what you would say to a loved one while they are on their death bed.
This is it. LIFE. The twists and the turns, the highs and the lows. For better or for worse.
What a chaotic storm life can be, as it leads to the occasional calm… I find myself situated in this sea… with so much clarity, for the fog… Why do I do what I do?
Green trees needles fading to pale blue wave an ominous hello pavement clouds hover
If beauty permeated the earth the way we wished it did... on a concentrated level like a jar packed tight with firef… could the beauty be recognized?
It’s said, when you close your eye… you can see the ones you love. No matter how far away they are. True love doesn’t rest in the brai… it lives in the heart.
brittle bones held together by lay… fragile minds profoundly affected… our hearts hold strength but can,… depending on our process and what… proving the existence of a bond be…
The trees... They soak up the carbon dioxide I… as well as the inner turmoil I exp… They release oxygen for me to brea… as well as loving guidance for me…
Potential is not lived up to when… Loneliness is less-experienced whe… Tolerance is Lover when ignorance… Patience is Mother when suffering…
The ego experiences less pain when the realization that nothing… I tend to behave as an introvert m… wrapped up in the contents of my m… It’s a jungle in there and I love…
What terrifies me most is what I’m made of. A personal trauma-filled past and the accumulated karma of centuries of manipulation and d…
There faces pass before me like th… All in need, longing for help. Crying out, directing their sorrow… Not because I’m at fault, but bec… and because I have so willingly ta…
I am the victim because I think I am. Others see me as weak because I see myself as weak. Perceptions leaking
Speaking up and Shutting up Finding a voice Finding many voices With tongues
Flowing through the flesh of my bo… vibrations aligning with my pulse. Ego deteriorates and my soul is fu… In this moment of transcendence Clouds roll over.
Child, sad child, where do you go… Are you embraced in truth, able to… Or are you trapped in hell, awaiti… Do you picture yourself as capable… or are you devastated by past fail…