Nostalgia (haiku)

Sundays with Grandpa

Happy forest family

Reptiles lurk below.

 

Lumbering giants

friends who come to save the day

Moments remembered.

 

Black and white world then

life filled with easier times

captivated awe.

Went kayaking the other day and saw a gator a few feet away churning in the water, and now images of the old Tarzan “movie for a Sunday afternoon” days keep bubbling up in my mind. Nostalgia at its best.

Unburied

We unearth our treasures unknowingly,
lost bones gathered on silent sand
washed ashore like mermaid souls,
quietly wandering in ghostly apparitions.
We gather together
bits and pieces of a dying life,
what once moved with the undulating sea
now tossed aside like yesterdays trash.
Picked by clever hands
stowing away into the gaping empty bag,
fossils of a thousand years away
yesterday cleaned and tucked into jars
kept in the sun and cherished.
We unbury mementos as we walk along
not searching for the particular
just these gifts from the sea offered
waiting for the eye to catch
to silently wonder in awe
just what it is that is finally found.
What once was so strong,
carried on the back and found so deep
majestic creatures that still inspire
yet dwindling in numbers we cast our eyes outward
searching for sight or sound,
for we know they will sing
though we may never hear the song,
we know the beat of the waves
from cradle to the grave,
we become one with this history
unburied and gifted
and loved.

A photo of my finds at the beach yesterday, a whale vertebra, a shell with a peaceful little heart broken through it, and what I think is some sort of dead coral, rather stiff yet pliable….thought it was a fish carcass at first. Just thought I’d share my finds, have yet to wash off the sharks teeth, another small bag in itself. The whale vertebra is the size of my palm. Very cool finds 🙂

Roads of the mind

Dust covered roads wait
Patience the virtue for natures soul
steps blown clean after storms
cleaned slate watching the horizon
on these roads of the mind.
Peace calls on restless winds
carrying me back to school days
dreamless times spent knowing
there was always something more,
voices keep company in the midnight hour
as pens scratch across blank slates
spiral books filled and forgotten
as the words fell unheard, unseen.
Grasses grow beside lonely paths
and I never could make up my mind
to Frosts nature and pondering poems,
for my head resided amongst the stars above,
where no path stood
just wide open spaces of galaxies
and planets unknown to all
but the soul that remembers
below the conscious surface,
energy flows
always following
the road home to the heart.

Like dust of dreams

I awoke in the home of a new world

bodies of fractured dust blown on endless winds,

storm clouds gather to wash me away

cleansing the soul of eternity.

Built on memories through time

yesterday speaks with a thousand tongues,

who we are

what we’ve become

just another piece in the spectrum of it all.

We climb to skies that seek us out

higher in thoughts we float on calm,

dappled skies in black and white

photographs and still life trapped on film,

turn page after page as day is through.

Where we’ve been we sometimes see

in the mind of dreams we chance to know

the truth of lives through a million years

caught in a raindrop falling down

reflecting our here and now

we know

it’s just a small piece

of the whole.

Glitter like gold

We live our lives

like tides moving in and out

never stationary for any given moment,

glittering like gold on the ocean waves.

We come to places that bring peace,

passers by in this second of time,

watching the faces of strangers

dappled in light from the sinking sun,

we shine when we feel

the salt spray glisten upon our souls,

hushed words at sacred places where

nothing remains but candles and the sense

of a moment when everything changed,

saying our prayers to the clouds above

for something beyond our fingers touch.

Mermaids slip silently by,

their bodies languid on the gentle waves

a flicker of a circle and then into the depths,

on their way to their next audience.

We smile as we move on our way

memories captured to carry

away with our hearts

as we gaze behind in the mirrors,

content to be breathing,

to be at peace.

An accident occurred where this image was taken, a father and daughter plunged their vehicle into the water, and although a few attempted the rescue, were unable to save their lives. There are two candles and a bouquet of flowers to mark the spot, where we had walked so many times before. A solemn place this night where the sunset glittered on the waves like gold. Rest in peace Carol and Gene.

 

Into the view

Wordless we lose ourselves into the view

beyond the scope of the physical of our here and now,

the rapture of peace prolong on stable souls,

etched in colors past our conscious realm,

we come to these places for sustenance and hope

gathering our miracles carefully

lest we fracture and crack

that which we so feverishly prayed for.

Nights silhouette calms the nerves frayed

as shades of bliss unite to find us

weighing our thoughts on our emotional scale

back and forth like the teeter-totter

on an abandoned playground field,

we slip our dreams between the stars that shine

for us we think,

always for us they come to find our minds

when in the softness of slumber

they slip in through the view beyond

and sprinkle us with their finest dust,

weaving about their tales untold

like storybook magic with happier endings

we lose ourselves as we melt on feathers

drifting off to find the end of day

meeting us in the middle

and sliding down into the oblivion

of a calm and peace

cherished.

Going deep

Hanging suspended

waiting in the still of day

reaching down to burrow

life-sustaining nourishment

much-needed on these times.

Do not touch for harm may come

a thousand roots run down to meet

the surface of the earth

hanging like vines that know

which is the right path to travel.

I stare at the twists and turns

attempting to make sense at times,

then remembering the simple truth

of just going with that flow

and trying to keep a light heart

when the darkness finds a space

like a root driving in deep and plumbing

the goodness that hides within.

Eyes close and breathe in the storm

sitting on the cusp of finding and striking

as clouds gather and the chimes toll,

we give thanks for the gift of water

and pray to survive this element

once more.

In that space

Between the stars that shine

scattered like ash on the still water

Movement becomes slow and steady

as the heart beats like a comet passing,

breathing in and out

taking each moment and with care

weighing it back and forth

all of the thoughts and feelings

letting it slip away to move to the bottom

uncluttering the beauty that remains

reflective like a sweet dream.

Skies lit with watercolor memories

yesterdays rerun returning at unwelcome times

lashing the mind with its inhumane need

to rise up and be heard,

so I push it back down softly

into the murky depths where it belongs,

unseen and silenced I listen to a loon on the air,

filling the night with its quiet strange song

and I know in this space between

is where my soul belongs,

captured on the motionless screen of water,

dancing like a stray tear that ripples

disrupting the image

and the loon keeps its tune

to the rhythm of this night

and I stand aware

of all that is

and of all that will be.

Endless search

Layer upon layer
water sits restless beyond view
walking
waiting to find
the end of the night,
searching for the peace.
We stack our dreams like stones
rounded and worn
time passes us by regardless
of thought or want or need,
something that always just is
plain and simple
as simple as can be,
yet we fight the flow
treading water and fighting the current
carrying away the things beyond reach,
and we slip beneath now and then
relaxing and tired of the fight,
we get pushed upward and out of the fray
surprised by the path we now find,
cut into new scenes
same old but different somehow,
the new jungles we cut through
deep and thick and murky
as the air hangs as heavy as the heart,
we forge on
knowing the answer is beyond our sight,
we just have to believe
that it will all be okay,
nothing we can change
’cause life will move on
like tomorrow
and the following
and so on….
our endless search will find
what is and will be meant to be.