Hanshan wrote this Haiku. I enjoy reading and writing Haiku. A poem’s meaning is usually shrouded in mystery, but Haiku even more so. There is so much left to the imagination.
I turn off the light —
my heart a precipice
before the moon
I have not written a Haiku for a while, but decided to take a run at it. Mine is less abstract.
Words separate spaces
overflowing and alluring
Flooding my senses
As I drove to work this morning, I reflected on the comments shared on the post I Dwell in Possibility. The car is a tough place to write and I hurriedly got into the classroom and pulled my notebook out. I sat with the reflections during the day as they bubbled near the surface. Writing poetry is a space I needed and find comfort in as the school year unfolded. I find solace in the poetry and the unlikely moments it beckons.
in unlikely moments,
poetry beckons–
pulls me to her side–
she is a different lover–
no carnal, siren calls,
a modest, unobtrusive presence,
a compassionate companion whispers,
come hither friend–
sit, reflect–
here, realize refuge–
close your eyes
open your heart
observe,
pause,
discern an inaudible voice
ask, what moves the soul
animates a weary spirit,
urges the writer on,
words find paper.
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Teacher as Transformer 