message of hatred ~ sedoka

message of hatred
for unsuspecting victims
dispensed by madmen with guns

as a nation grieves
bodies continue to fall
in world where no place is safe


This sedoka is my response to
Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #96 Little Ones … Sedoka

A Sedoka is an unrhymed poem composed of two katauta. A katauta is able to stand alone, with three lines and a syllable pattern of 5-7-7. A Sedoka therefore has the syllable count: 5-7-7, 5-7-7.  Each katauta must be able to be read independently, but also create a cohesive singular work in the Sedoka.

Mass shootings, fueled by nationalism, bigotry and hatred continue at an accelerated pace in the United States, a place where such events are becoming the new norm in news cycles.

a fitting farewell ~ haiku


a fitting farewell
her final post a whisper
keeper of secrets

Jennifer / jennifer kiley / jk (Marge) was The Secret Keeper. My interaction with The Secret Keeper was limited to her weekly writing challenge and her haiku review challenge, but through her blog I came to understand some of the challenges she faced in life.

Since you’re only seeing one side of a person through their blog, I recognize that connecting with someone in that way is a limited experience, but it’s still troubling to lose someone you may never have met. Through The Secret Keeper’s blog, her partner, Shawn MacKenzie, informed us of Marge’s last days of failing health (here) and of her final passing (here).

A regular feature for The Secret Keeper was quotes from The Remembrance of Things Past, by Marcel Proust, some of which are common to many of us as inner secrets. One of the earliest was:

“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy;
they are the charming gardeners
who make our souls blossom” – Marcel Proust

And her last was:

“Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner darkroom, the door of which it is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.” – Marcel Proust

This link will take you to her collection of Weekly Writing Prompts.

Here are her prompts for her Haiku Review Challenge.



I will drive, and the memories will come,
melding with the miles, feeling the same.


But the miles now outpace
the memories, the trips

more often each passing year,
my own years soon passing.

Will I be someone’s miles,
someone’s memories?

Traveling for what seems like the wrong reason, but which is, of course, the right reason.

All That Remains

All That Remains

Memories measured in miles

A memorial in my mind

Loss, and the connections that remain

In the past couple of years, traveling has become about loss. Taking photos while visiting favorite places in the same area is a nice distraction, but making the trip is just as much about finding comfort in the company of those I hold dear.

Ken G.

peony’s last petal falls ~ haibun

many seasons gone

peony’s last petal falls

We do not always get to choose the time of our final parting. Any meeting could be the last, and the last should hold the spirit of the true meaning of what we hold dear.  I would travel in any season, if it means paying my lasting, final respects to a most lovely flower.
Farewell, Cioci Sophie.

many seasons gone
peony’s last petal falls
accepting sadness

Image source: (Peonies, by Yun Shouping, 1633-1690)

On Passing (revisited)

On Passing (revisited)

The moon rises again
and again, its light
a reflection. The sun

will rise, blinding
in its intensity.
Is there balance

On Passing (revisited).jpgother than eclipse?
What of a light
in a lifetime struggle,

brilliance alternating
with shadow? That flame
a flicker seeking

equilibrium, finally
seized by darkness, ending
its struggle.

Which light is passed,
held close,
while shared?

Following in the footsteps of On Passing. Where my mind has been the past few days.