Talking To Myself

After hearing this question way too many times,
I guess a formal answer is due.
Since the voices you’re hearing are not in my head,
You’re wondering, “Who are you talking to?”

Tri-haiku XX (Circular Green)

This circular green
Grown, cut back, abundant now
as summer takes hold

This circular green
A comfort true and fragrant
These summer senses

This circular green
With me, part of me, in me
I am in summer

The seagull’s cry

The seagulls’ cry
synonymous
of living by the sea

Never whatever

Whatever you do
Whatever you take
Whatever you see
Whatever you make
Whatever you carry
Whatever you use
Whatever you give
Whatever you lose

Interesting (Slight Return)

Show me a colour, one that describes me
Look at my face – the colour behind my eyes
It cries for the sun and pines away on these rainy days
Curled in a ball and shivering,
It longs for a blue that paints the skies

Splashing

Tidal waters splashing
at the waters’ edge
on the old breakwater
such a privilege

When it’s hot, I am

I am part of the sunshine
It’s warmth lifts my soul
It revitalises and
with it I’m whole

C’est la vie

I got to thinking
Life’s too short
for anything else
save that I ought
to do and think
and be about
and nothing else
there is no doubt

Introspect

(Girl by Rachel Roth, click to see more)

I wonder about the people around me

About their hidden faces, their jutting angles

About what their wrinkles, facets and scars hold

Sometimes I do not think about the little things at all

Of time, there isn’t enough

We cannot all afford to be dreamers,

 But dream, we must

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YourSelf.

How much does it
take to being yourSelf?