Half-light

I love the times of half-light. Twilight, dusk, dawn... before the sunrise and after the sunset. There's a crispness to everything; the light reveals details that full sun does not normally allow. Color is not saturated, the tones are muted. Blue and shadow and quiet. So yeah, I was awake through dawn this morning. Thought I'd bust out a haiku before going back to sleep.

What's your favorite time of day?


Pools of blue shadow.
There is an awareness now.
Quiet. Life is muted.

It's a process, a gift, and a journey...

Originally, this blog was to focus mainly on the form of Haiku... but once in a while a gem like this one surfaces. I just want to make sure the voices of today's poets are heard, regardless of medium! Loud and clear! With blatant emotional pauses...

Thanks Funnyordie.com! She is truly an inspiration to us all.

Everyone loves a little Diesel

I'm sure most of us have, at one time or another, run across the website that lists random facts about Vin Diesel's supra-human awesomeness. Not super, but supra... it's like a whole other level above super.

Here's a taste... When Vin Diesel goes to donate blood, he declines the syringe, and instead requests a hand gun and a bucket.

Supra. Like I said. Also, he's hot. And fantastic Haiku fodder!


Bad-ass muscles, he
drives me as fast as his cars.
Shaved head on my thigh.

Woe

I'm not in the mood to preface much... I think this haiku is self-explanatory.

A vacuum action,
Swirling downward. Fight it!
I miss him so much.