
Several moments
Make up what we know as time
Let the seconds fly.
Whispers of the fleeting hours,
Echoes in the silence fade.
AAA/MAD
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Several moments
Make up what we know as time
Let the seconds fly.
Whispers of the fleeting hours,
Echoes in the silence fade.
AAA/MAD

Soft salmon showers
Delight in the fishiness
Salty ocean waves.
Whispers of the ocean’s breath,
Nature’s dance in salty spray.
AAA/MAD

There’s nothing to write
Writers block is such a fright
Working day and night.
Searching for the right words now,
Silence echoes through my mind.
AAA/MAD

Dancing long stockings
Warming all of my chilled toes
With each step I take
Spinning in rhythm’s embrace
Joyful laughter fills the air
AAA/MAD 1/12/25

Please do not blame me
I really had little choice
I had to move on
I would have faded away
Need to be away to grow
AAA/MAD 1/12/25

In driest desert
Life finds a way to exist
We must do the same
With strength, we will endure this.
Hope blooms where least expected
AAA/MAD 1/12/25

Crisp salty sea air
Birds rise high without a care
Squawking if they dare
Waves crash on the sandy shore
Sunset paints the sky in gold
AAA/MAD 1/12/25

Brainstorming haikus
In my current moments choose
Mind burns in my shoes.
Thoughts like rivers flowing,
Ideas start to take shape.
AAA/MAD 1/12/25

Does dirt become clean
After being washed up, or
Does it remain dirt?
Can water change its nature?
Is there a chance for rebirth?
AAA/MAD 1/10/25

Will horses run free
On never-ending pastures
Faster than the wind
Gracefully, they roam so wide.
With joyful hearts, they gallop.
AAA/MAD 1/10/25

Harvest wheat dances
As the prairie breezes blow
Creating ripples
Under the golden sun’s glow.
Fields alive, a vibrant show.
AAA/MAD 1/10/25

Voice raised in anger
Bad intentions are in mind.
Violence will follow
Feelings will be damaged and
It will be hard to repair
AAA/MAD 1/10/25

Better than the rest
Left out in the heartless cold
Many neglected
Dreams are lost within shadows.
Hope flickers like a small flame.
AAA/MAD 1/8/25

Where did our rain go
Winter seasons really slow
Now nothing will grow
The ground is parched, sky is gray.
Each passing hour, the sun shines.
AAA/MAD 1/8/25

Fierce winds fan hot flames
Fires race up and down hillsides
Where is the relief
Devastation for many
Compassion is needed now
AAA/MAD 1/8/25