duality | a haiku

how strange, in summer, under skies robin-egg-blue to feel winter's hand

dreams | a haiku

dreams are made of mist: in reaching out to catch them I fan them away

A Haiku Today is Better than a Sonnet Tomorrow

Or, why I write haiku.

five seven and five choose words by syllable count and a haiku is born ~ ~ ~ Sometimes I want to write but - horror of horrors - I don't know what.  And sometimes, you want to start a new project and finish it quickly.  Especially when I'm working on longer-term projects (too many to … Continue reading A Haiku Today is Better than a Sonnet Tomorrow

Watercolor (Haiku #22)

Adding bigger stars with white paint and the round brush.

my brush is a wand with water and paint it makes something from nothing ~ ~ ~ Art has always seemed like a type of magic, and brushes are like magic wands.  How else can you explain how a picture appears on a blank piece of paper? Today's image is from my "How to Paint … Continue reading Watercolor (Haiku #22)