Wednesday, September 20, 2017

WHAT MAKES THE SKY SEEM SO BLUE? dVerse/ The answer is 42

WHAT MAKES THE SKY SEEM SO BLUE?

What makes the sky seem so blue?

Why do gray days make me feel blue?

Why do I feel so blue when I think of you?

Why are some days so windy?  And other days as still as a rabbit in hiding?

Why do the hands on the clock always move in the same direction?  And there is never enough time.

There are questions and there are questions.  There is no end to questions.  We don’t always have the answer.  Still we continue to seek.

To ask or demand answers to questions, does not a conversation make.  If we are patient the answer will appear, if not go to the library.

September 20, 2017











WHAT MAKES THE SKY SEEM SO BLUE?/ dVerse Why?

WHAT MAKES THE SKY SEEM SO BLUE?

What makes the sky seem so blue?

Why do gray days make me feel blue?

Why do I feel so blue when I think of you?

Why are some days so windy?  And other days as still as a rabbit in hiding?

Why do the hands on the clock always move in the same direction?  And there is never enough time.

There are questions and there are questions.  There is no end to questions.  We don’t always have the answer.  Still we continue to seek.

To ask or demand answers to questions, does not a conversation make.  If we are patient the answer will appear, if not go to the library.

September 20, 2017











Monday, September 18, 2017

Why I Write, and How I Write It --dVerse Haibun Monday

Why I Write, and How I Write It?

Why I write at all, is because I want to know what I think.  I will sit down to write, and I think, I am thinking nothing.  Nothing at all.  Sometimes I stumble to get the words out.  One word follows another, and soon I get a clue, to what is going in my mind.  It is almost like catching butterflies with a net.  And sometimes I am surprised at what I am thinking, what is on my mind. 

I find if I don’t write it down.  I forget it quickly.  Each new thought, often erases the former thought.  Of course sometime I know what I have on my mind, and on those days it is easier to write, with the confidence of “knowing”, what I want to say.  Just a matter of rearranging the deck chairs.  Allowing what is needed first, and then what follows, and how I want to wrap it up.

I also choose to write in three columns.  As a visual artist, I want to fill the page.  And it works for me in poetry.  I like the way it looks.  And I like that it can be read vertically or horizontally.  Sometimes I get new meanings to my words, something unexpected.  I also write to amuse myself, since I never know what I will write until it is written.



Autumn day mid-September
Sun sparkles on words unexpected
Written in stone



    

Note:  This is a quick sketch.  I didn't realize it is a Haiku.