I travel to the bay on a beetle with yellow eyes and a red tail, through rivers of red and gold, and rolling waves of cement… I approach the man-made forest.
A thousand tree trunks rise into the sky. They’re only five feet apart, barely space to walk, barely space to breathe.
An elegant beauty where a thousand tree trunks are lit by fireflies in the dark blue sky.
People, like squirrels, live in the trees. People, like ants, swarm at the base. I, like a fluttering bird, watch mesmerized at the organized chaos between squirrel and ant co-existing in the crowded forest.
Breathing in the fresh mountain air, I absorb the landscape before me. Standing tall beneath the wispy clouds, the mountain embraces the river. Sandy brown, granite gray, with streams of white pebbles flowing down the slopes.
Flowing to a richer part of the mountain covered with yellow-green grass, surrounded by auburn trees, next to the white pebble beach by the blue-green water. The sun shines throughout.
Standing on Kappa Bridge, I look dull in comparison, for I am only one color, the color of my skin. However, when standing next to my brothers and sisters from all over the world, we are also part of nature’s beauty, varying colors standing together, living in harmony.
High on the mountaintop
in the dark of night,
we see a shimmering sea
of florescent orange lights.
A twinkle here, a sparkle there,
no currents, only man-made waves –
cellular, radio, satellite –
connecting you, me, and the world…
wide web, surfing an intangible
ocean, as the lights flicker
and shimmer. We admire
the cool night breeze, the smell
of dry grass, the sound
of singing crickets, the feel
of soft dirt on the bottom
of our soles, as we breathe in
the fresh air, high above
the orange ocean.
I’ve been having a slight writer’s block lately and can’t seem to be inspired to write poetry. I decided to try something different and pulled out my book on Impressionists, hoping it would inspire me somehow. Looking at these beautiful paintings did trigger me to think, feel and sense various emotions. These two haiku are based on my reactions to paintings by Edouard Manet.
Behind railway bars, the little aristocrat dreams to be free.
The ice cream’s melting, wealthy youth stares at nothing, life drip-drips away.
Turkeys, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie, food galore Humbly saying thanks for things we’re grateful for Appreciating the company of family and friends Notating what sale items we want and when the sale begins Kissing and hugging our loved ones until we go shopping Sipping sparkling wine and eating yummy toppings Giving thanks for great company and good food Inviting loved ones to celebrate next year at your hood Visiting with family is always a blast If only the hours and days didn’t go by so fast Now it’s time to leave and find deals galore Giving thanks for Black Friday, that’s what this holiday is for.