Haiku Tuesday...And more!

Well, today I'll make up for last weeks missed entry by posting two times the amount of haiku--that being six--as a way to make up for the lack thereof.

But first, the news...

My last posted blog drew a very angry response from my sister. This was not uncalled for as I did not use restraint of pen when posting my emotional feelings about a family issue. I should have used more discretion, but I didn't. I am more than willing to accept responsibility for my actions, as I have in the past. I do so now and will continue to do so in the future. I hold no anger or hatred for anyone in my family. I overcame my anger towards my father years ago by having an honest dialog with him. I called him to task, and he did the same with me. Once the air was cleared we found that we were friends and that friendship has grown over the years. Today we speak to each other as men, not so much father and son. This is a much better relationship. It is based on truth, rationality, love, and respect. I no longer hold any resentments towards him. What a relief!

I have been told to not write about my family in this blog. This I cannot honor. Some may disagree, and that's OK. The fact is that there are no names mentioned and no specific places beyond states or countries. Even my own moniker is a misnomer. My name is "John", but no one calls me "Johnnyboy", and last I checked the name "John" was high on the list of commonality. There are a lot of us out there. This blog is anonymous.

I am not airing anyone's dirty laundry but my own. These thoughts that I write are my own. They are my feelings. They are my experiences in my life. I will write about whomever I choose to write about.

Here are the haiku...

13.
Wonderful dreams here
but disappointing wakings.
I'm still in my cell.

22.
The water is clear
stones patient in the streambed
the brook burbles on.

45.
Early morning light,
then the afternoon sun:
moments of the day.

54.
They kill people here.
Slowly, the soul is ground down
to a fine, pale, dust.

67.
Leaning heavily,
being pushed by the north wind:
silver birch saplings.

72.
The golden birch wood
shines brighter and seems more calm.
The world vanishes.




Johnnyboy