East

Haibun by: Lori Zybala Sun rising in the east in perfect timing / reliable Patterns of existence map the day’s beginning Attempting to break the pattern / java in hand I step out into natures awakening Birds singing across the treetops hopeful melodies fill the surroundings             natures orchestra        authenticity greets the ears hope... Continue Reading →

The Stage

Haibun By: Lori Zybala https://ecopoetic.wordpress.com/ The number should mean something, as layers create experience. Respect the process, listen to the walls of knowledge. Each day will bring its own atmosphere, a life lived. Lesson learned, ‘they say’, builds character! How much character is too much? Preparing for the part, you step onto the stage, into... Continue Reading →

Star Breather

By:: ecopoet In the beginning… many light years away a cosmic stirring, astrologists portray Formation of planets, brightest of stars Jupiter, Pollux, Venus and Mars Each assigned a given name majestically placed, exclusively in the sky Star shimmering brilliance Individual grace Star breather expels upon night - ex nihilo orchestrated, lighting up the human race... Continue Reading →

Midnight Moon

Haibun By: Ecopoet If the moon had a name, what would it be? The shining mighty face, electric in visual existence Self identity lost in space - Nothing to cling to, or analyze Understanding it’s Divine place - Closing each day in acceptance Stars across darkness Traces of the midnight hour Feet stop in wonder... Continue Reading →

Daily Sparrow

By:: ecopoet timely appearance greets each dayfluttering in                 fluttering outclockwork perfection thoughts, worries, - displacedthe song of the sparrowgracefully meets the needs of each day  sun flickers across the brown feathersdelicate layers for accurate flight blending into the natural surroundingsa daily welcoming delight   Copyright L.Z. 2022 ©

Depth

By: ecopoet in the rich layers, molecule’s hide a place far beyond reach bystanders – circle around – leaving the untouchable ground solid stance …Depth

Pale Sky

Haibun by:: ecopoet the head tilts, looking out across the pale sky searching for the speck of sun, craving warmth the bones ache, complacency wraps heavy around the body Winter hangs around as an unwanted guest dragging it's feet the pale shadow of Spring lurks around the hidden corner shy in it's coming Copyright L.Z.... Continue Reading →

The Braid

By: ecopoet Oneness of thought, as threads of white silk weave. A three-strand cord – intertwines Tight in accountability Tucking unity along the frayed edges Individual complexity Expansion        contraction Tied together in a common denominator Interlacing strength Laid in a diagonal formation Braided by the creator Connection – survival Swatch of complex devotion Authentic... Continue Reading →

Reason

By: ecopoet eyes lean right perspective clears the vision moments linger, then disappear grab on tight for reasons they don't understand thoughts flicker into the night a speck of memory stored in the bank safely future deposited eyes lean left time fills a day lost forever in the earth - closet Copyright L.Z. 2022 ©... Continue Reading →

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