Mountain Man (haiku string)*

his pilgrimage

unquestionably begins

~

between mountain range~

lays a valley richly green~

wildlife roaming free

~

upon horizon~

atmospheric changes seen~

grey clouds assemble

~

adventure awaits~

surrounded by nature’s wild~

tranquil silent peace

~

snow capped mountain peaks~

hide steep inclines rocky crags~

dangers of falling

~

challenging nature~

belies perilous journey~

mans need to conquer

~

never ends

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*Note: I started this for

The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic

however I missed the entry date, so it goes. It was indeed hard to write exactly 99 syllables. I find it difficult limiting myself to a specific number of words that can be used. I did succeed with this one but I don’t know if I’ll attempt another any time soon. I have respect for those that can. The traditional mountain music is unique onto itself, steeped in long history. 🌎✌🏻💙 Take care, be safe.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/25/mtb-middles-turns/

Loss (tanka) *

sunglasses obscure~

emotionally filled eyes~

tormented by grief~

loss embedded so deeply~

heart so heavy, might erupt

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*Note: A few words about this song I’ve chosen to go with this poem. To me, it is a song reflection and realization in looking forward to when we all pass and subsequently looking back on your life from there. Realizing through your life the love you experience from everyone is what sticks out and the negativity you experienced is an afterthought. Basically, while your here, enjoy things. Don’t resent people and be happy with what you have and enjoy it. Don’t focus on the negative and you will be a much happier person in the end. If you’ve never listen to their music, do so, it will move you right to your core.

🌎✌🏻💙 Take care, be safe.

Much love to my fellow bloggers out their baring their hearts and souls.

The Turning *

It seemed

like

yesterday

~~~~

I was a

bud

in Spring’s nourishing womb

my first mother

then I opened

blossomed

in Summer’s warm touch

my second mother

now I have

withered

in Autumn’s cool embrace

my third mother

I await

suspended

in Winter’s final grip

my fourth mother

after which I will

be born again,

Life moves

with the

Seasons

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*Note: for your listening pleasure as always I give you Vivaldi’s ~ Four Seasons

If you wish to learn more about the Four Seasons, follow the link I’ve provided https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Four_Seasons_(Vivaldi)

🌎✌🏻💙 Take care, be safe.