(Columbine in the back yard.Here's a series of haiku for spring)
To the Bird on the Fence
Dove, perched on a post
in the glow of dying sun
has no song to sing
Sing for me, please sing
My silence is deafening
Darkness approaches
Who who calls the dove
Piercing the dusk with its cry
Then takes wing and flies
Wind bends the long grass
Dove calls from a far canyon
I lift arms and fly
One day at a time, I get better and better. I’m still plagued by daily panic attacks. All that adrenaline going to waste! But I walk through them by breathing, prayer, talking to myself, and calling my AA sponsor. Nothing unique.
And no quick fixes, either. Damn. Why do you think they call it slow-briety?
Dove, perched on a post
in the glow of dying sun
has no song to sing
Sing for me, please sing
My silence is deafening
Darkness approaches
Who who calls the dove
Piercing the dusk with its cry
Then takes wing and flies
Wind bends the long grass
Dove calls from a far canyon
I lift arms and fly
One day at a time, I get better and better. I’m still plagued by daily panic attacks. All that adrenaline going to waste! But I walk through them by breathing, prayer, talking to myself, and calling my AA sponsor. Nothing unique.
And no quick fixes, either. Damn. Why do you think they call it slow-briety?
25 comments:
one day at a time...and you will keep flying. keeping you in my thoughts prayers...
Chris, you can do it! You will be fine, in fact you already are ;-). Love and hugs!
Chris, love and support.
Your poem is incredibly lovely.
xo
erin
One day at a time, sweet Jesus, seems to fit here. As time goes by everything will get easier.
Great haiku's. Thank you for sharing them with us.
"I lift arms and fly" is my favorite. Would be cool if we could do that, although my fear of heights might keep me from soaring.
God bless.
I'm glad that you are feeling better. I wish that the tragedies in life didn't have to come up. But I am better equipped now to deal with them than before. I am grateful for that.
Breathe
And walk walk walk, sweat sweat sweat
That was the sweetest comment ever, and made me laugh ---- out loud, I know our mothers would agree, that we are kin...
lovely poem today, every experience creates the opportunity to grow to change -- be patience, be kind to yourself dear friend,,, and fly away with your dreams ....to a place of courage to dream even greater dreams then before.
Joanny
Hang in their Chris. Beautiful haikus today. The last two are especially lovely.
I read the haikus
I understand and ponder
I face the mirror
My small attempt :-D These really are showing your gift. I am glad you are doing better..ODAT.
♥namaste♥
You penned it yourself: Lift your arms and fly. I like that and often it is what I do, feel free, breathe, let go because I cannot change things. When it is out of my system I feel so light. Hugs to you.
These are lovely haikus, Chris.
Here are some wise words from Max Ehrmann for you:
"Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do no distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul."
We have morning doves in our neighborhood. Their cry can be haunting. Great haikus.
You're in my thoughts. The promises of spring are being fulfilled as we speak.
Chris, dear one, you soar with the eagles!
Ah, such beauty.
All that adrenaline makes you who you are. Let it flow. (Madison)
I love the haikus, Chris, and the getting better, too.
So glad you are feeling better...looks like you have lots of love and support here to spread your wings and fly while listening to the song of your own heart as we hear you sing each day and come back for more..
love you
g
Thanks for the haiku, one of my favorite forms. Especially like the first one.
your spring is beautiful! and breathe, hunny, breathe.
Again, I enjoy the comments as much as your poems...doves, like attitude, can be either mournful or calming...
Baby steps, tiny steps right to the door...
Your poetry is the great outdoors.
I wake up in a panic attack about half the time. Only thing to do is get up, but sometimes it is so very early.
Anyone who writes as well as you do doesn't need a therapist! I love your haiku!
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