Your Daily Haiku
by Jason
in the deep spaces
where the breath is large
and the mind feels small.
this is where we are
you and i.
in the glimpse of love
seen from a bird above.
carried upon the wing
lifted upon a prayer.
i’ll meet you there.
in the heat of the heart
a piece of the greater part.
where the soul finds solace
upon a leafy tree’s branch.
we are here my dear.
by Jason
the mustard trousered soldiers
in crisp white shirts lie dead.
their heads decapitated
burnt to gray ash.
in the blue glass tomb
they lie still as silence.
and the question i ask
from lungs bellowing smoke
are these macabre omens?
by Jason
so much is different
across empty space and time.
places sans faces.
by Jason
autumnal fingers
are bony and cold to touch.
summer’s embrace ends.
by Jason
the flame extinguished.
brave hearts packed up in boxes.
new beginning starts.
by Jason
the soft blanket green.
a stage of whimsical dreams.
nurturing nature.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
E.E. Cummings
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