Post Mortem

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
If it is useless, throw it out,
Can’t be missed if it no longer beats.
Won’t be noticed among all the clutter.

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
Useless things are discarded,
Out of sight, gone, and forgotten.
So many broken and empty shells.

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
To remove it you could use a spoon,
A pry bar, an icepick, a velvet glove.
Or words like razors that slice.

If it no longer beats, it is useless.
Can’t be reused or recycled,
Recharged, reclaimed, or rekindled.
And no one cares if it died.

Haiku ~ Awakening

Virgin cries of pain
evolving trills of pleasure
His redemption found

Remembering To Breathe

This week, friends were lost.

And whether a long illness, or an act of senseless brutality, all losses are painful.

You weep, and flail against the silence.  You gasp for air, and feel the bite of the bitter chill in your throat.  You want to hold the pain close to you, knowing it is the last thing you will feel for that loss.  You cling to the pain…until a moment slips in between the pain and doubt, and you find the strength to lift your head, breathe deep, and shake off the cold chill.  You start to seek out the things you remember were always there to help you move on, or remind you of the good you once felt.

For me, it is the ocean. There is something magical about the ocean for me, whether it is because my father loved it so, or because I managed to find it on my own terms, it has always been a place of healing and renewal.  I went to the coast this past week for a change of attitude. I went to breathe in the salt air, to remember old friends~ now gone, and to find new ones.  Sometimes I have to stop and remind myself that I am my own best friend.

Here are the pictures of these past few days.  It all started with a kite ~

Launching the delta

lifting on the breeze

with no one around

eerily empty for summer

The show begins

the music builds

the house lights dim

the curtain opens

a preview of delight

and an all star cast

for a drama of bittersweet majesty.

Addiction ~ Haiku

Screeching pain ridden

Sentences of certain death

Stainless steel needles