(2014)
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
The archer aims, hoping it is true. The arrow flies. Is the eye hit new?
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book
sky shapeshifters take infinite forms on the azure canvas.
a furious air and neighborhood destruction– somebody’s lost pet
Burned flesh in the nostrils, napalm nightmare haunting the brain, destroys the rhythm of life.
dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
here is where we chirp, written lines known as tweeting- compressed ideas— Bill D. Johnston (@bedeejay) ...
haiku are headlines reporting mother nature the insight stories
got my surfboard out and rode the photon waves: googled out!
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
