Circus and Haiku

On my Orange Orb blog at Word Press, I wrote a post about a dream I had involving the world of the weird (which is what the Orange Orb blog is about) and haiku. Who knew such things could be connected? In my subconscious, they often are. Circus and Haiku: A Positive Omen for Creativity?

disbelief

disbelief

snorts out its fear

its arrogance a cold cloak

i know what I know,

saw what i saw...

light emits

whispers rustle

blue trees bend, remaining silent.

voices float downstream

heavy moons, full,

hang above.

time is Time is 

missing, not lost

withheld in a floating orb.

i know what i know,

i saw what i saw. . .

march 2014/eugene

From the Obscure Way by James Rich

He'll wander blind into the night - -
his path is wrought with peril - -
the flowers and the woodland sprites
have all turned wild and feral





~ Easton's quatrain, from The Obscure Way (working title) by James Rich

Blue Lights

         Blue Lights

photo: regan lee

unexpected, blue lights appear
in this isolation, and through
the thin cracks in the rough wood,
glowing mists invite, even while repelling

a cold silence makes itself known, waiting
we hear its breathing

dreams, night walking, forgetfulness
only slivers of mists and light beams remain

jarring realities intrude, mundane violences, abrupt commands
we don’t understand, we don’t remember
but sense invisible connections anyhow

we believe there’ll be a reveal in the retelling, no matter
how fragmented

memory has a sentience all its own

~ regan lee 

  october 2010