one boat
and a man who sails the oceans
a long way from home
maybe not a Haiku by John Holman
One boat
September 25th, 2008 § 2
Lost and lonely
March 24th, 2007 Comments Off
I’m neither lost or lonely, but I meet a lot of people who I think are.
Solitude
So many stones have been thrown at me,
That I’m not frightened of them anymore,
And the pit has become a solid tower,
Tall among tall towers.
I thank the builders,
May care and sadness pass them by.
From here I’ll see the sunrise earlier,
Here the sun’s last ray rejoices.
And into the windows of my room
The northern breezes often fly.
And from my hand a dove eats grains of wheat…
As for my unfinished page,
The Muse’s tawny hand, divinely calm
And delicate, will finish it.
Lines in Sand
November 11th, 2006 Comments Off
lines in the sand
mark the changing tide –
a universe on a beach
maybe not a Haiku by John Holman
Old Tree
October 19th, 2006 Comments Off
old and knotted tree
Spring leaves of deepest green
attached to everything
maybe not a Haiku by John Holman
Photo Friday: Organized
April 9th, 2006 Comments Off
Taken this morning while walking the dog at McCarrs Creek. Organised is this weeks Photo Friday assignment.
Photo Friday: Metallic
April 3rd, 2006 Comments Off
Taken this morning at McCarrs Creek while drinking coffee and walking the dog. Metallic is this weeks Photo Friday assignment.
Two men in a boat
March 3rd, 2006 Comments Off
I wanted to go with them but I was on the bank with my camera and they were already moving toward their adventure.