Archive for the Memories Category

Posted in Snow, Sun, winter, Haiku'd Photographs, Memories with tags on December 2, 2022 by blglick

Even as Winter
Blurs My Summer Memories
The Sun Still Shines

Episode R1.3 – Love

Posted in Love, Memories, Podcast, Reflections on July 27, 2022 by blglick
Reflections on Haiku of Love

Episode M1.3 – Love

Posted in Love, Meditation, Memories, Podcast with tags on June 26, 2022 by blglick
Haiku on Love, a Reading

Episode R1.0 – Reflections on Haiku about Home

Posted in Family, Food, Home, Memories, Podcast, Reflections on March 29, 2022 by blglick

Reflections on Haiku About Home

Posted in History, Memories, Time with tags , on September 16, 2021 by blglick
 
A Sudden Memory
A Time I Was So Different
And So Much The Same

Posted in Death, History, Memories with tags , , on May 25, 2020 by blglick

All Our History
Is Shared. Each of Us Wants It
Unique, Ours Alone

We turn to Glory
And Away from Blood Until
We are Overwhelmed

Taken by the Chaos
Of Forgotten Memory
And We Cannot Breathe

As That Memory
Weaves our Shared Tapestry More
True than Any Fact

Full of Glory and
Our Bloody Hands, Survived By
Our Forgiving Hearts

Remembering Kent State

Posted in Death, Haiku'd Photographs, History, Hope, Memories with tags , , on May 4, 2020 by blglick

Now Fifty Years On
We Still Argue in Guns and
Violence and Hatred

Will We Never Learn
To Answer With Something More,
Different, Beautiful?

Trade Violence For Calm, EBA44E1D-6C98-44AA-B668-022BCC530B2C
Hear Hatred With Love, Guns with
More than Blood and Breath

A New Kind of World,
Not One Gone All Blind In a
Furious Eye for Eye

Salvation Is Ours,
Found Only With Gentle Hands
Open Hearts, and Time

Posted in Death, Memories with tags , on October 25, 2017 by blglick

Driving Through Darkness
Chasing the Immortal Word
Counting Out Our Days

Posted in Memories, Moon, Night, Rural, sunlight with tags , on August 16, 2017 by blglick

Sunlight Echoes Like
Memory Off a Full Moon
As Ripe Fields Slumber

Posted in Family, Food, Home, Love, Memories, Tri-ku with tags , on July 30, 2017 by blglick

Dough From My Own Hands
Fresh Baked, Sliced and Buttered Tastes
of Generations

First My Mother’s Bread
Baked Each Friday, Fragrance Fills
The House After School

And My Father’s Rolls,
Cinnamon and Butter and
Dough, Fried and Frosted

And, Like a Story,
Grandma’s Cookies, Soft, Sweet and
Rationed, Sneak Cookies

So My Bread Tastes of
Generations, Leavened With
Love and Memory