I Was On My Way
Somewhere Else When This Random
Little Plant Called Out
Small, No Bloom or Bud,
Just Short and Sturdy Between
Two Slabs of Concrete
That Plant and I Will
Live Our Lives, Persistently,
In Between the Facts
Archive for the Tri-ku Category
Posted in Street, Tri-ku with tags Live In Between the Facts, Random Little Plant on May 2, 2022 by blglick
Posted in Clouds, frost, LIght, Night, Sunrise, Sunset, Tri-ku with tags Awake yet dreaming, Soft Colors of Longer Journeys on December 10, 2018 by blglick
Tipping Towards That
Longest Night, Even the Air
Seems White and Frosted
But Still, Sunset Lights
The Clouds In the Soft Colors
Of Longer Journeys
And This Sunrise Drapes
The Landscape in a Warm Light
Gentle as Fine Lace
Posted in Autumn, Clouds, dreams, Love, Moon, Tri-ku with tags Awake yet dreaming on September 9, 2017 by blglick
Harvest Moon Outshines
The Pre-Dawn Sky, Horizon
Pulls the Rushing Clouds
Away, Away, and
Away, Clouds’ Gravity Pulls My
Heart and Mind Away
I am Awake Now
And Yet Dreaming of my Past
And of Our Future
Posted in Family, Food, Home, Love, Memories, Tri-ku with tags Leavened with Love and Memory, Taste of Generations 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
Posted in History, Mountain, Sky, Tri-ku with tags Packing Water food and history, Wilderness beyond the grasp of visions on July 30, 2016 by blglick
Between Mountain Tops
A Broad Green Valley Stretches
Beneath Bluest Skies
We Will Cross Those Fields
Step by Step Packing Water,
Food, and History
After all is seen
Wilderness Remains Beyond
The Grasp of Visions
Posted in Clouds, Fog, LIght, Morning, Tri-ku with tags To Set Out Not Knowing Where We Go on July 12, 2016 by blglick
Molten Sunrise Clouds
Flowing Inexorably
North Above the Mist
Street Signs Shining
Like Beacons for Navigating
Ambiguous Shores
Calling Out to Us
To Journey, To Set Out, Not
Knowing Where we Go
Posted in Love, sunlight, Tri-ku with tags Our own gravity space and time on February 14, 2016 by blglick
Now The Physicists
See Gravitational Waves
In Smallest Measures
But I’d Already Felt
Our Waves, Yours and Mine, Echoed
Between and Beyond
Our Own Gravity
Space, and Time Gently Pulling
Our Worlds Close Together
Posted in Death, History, Love, Memories, Spiritual, Tri-ku with tags Before and After, Flung Forward By Time, That Line on January 12, 2016 by blglick
Flung Forward By Time,
Willed Life Shattering Into
A Kind of Foundling
It Seems Impossible.
This is Real And That Is Not,
Then Followed By Now
Before and After,
Always Together, Always
Apart, And That Line.
Posted in dreams, Friends, History, Tri-ku with tags across all the gaps, freckles and other delights on November 30, 2015 by blglick
We talked of Losing
And of Keeping, Endurance
And No Conclusions
And of Keeping, Endurance
And No Conclusions
Talked of Your Freckles,
Of Food, And Other Delights
Real or Just Desired
It Had Been Awhile
But Still We Talked Easily
Across All The Gaps
Posted in dreams, History, LIght, Memories, Tri-ku with tags Casting Light into the Future, Dreams on Waking, Sure Weight of Memory on September 15, 2015 by blglick
Twenty Five Years and
Two O’clock have Come and Gone
Like Dreams on Waking
Two O’clock have Come and Gone
Like Dreams on Waking
Sifting Through the Mind
Slowly, All Effervescent
And Insubstantial
Saved by the Sure Weight
Of Memory, Casting Its Light
Into the Future
A Year in Haiku 