A Tiger Jedi

The poetry showcase will begin a short scroll away, but first some HIVE news. If you read yesterday's blog, you probably also helped me welcome Hive account@baccusbee. Thank you to those that visited her page and gave here some HIVE love. Hive flourishes when it grows and sustains; help those workers out.

Today, I am asking for a little more welcome buzz. X has such a large poetry and writing community, and I have been sharing my blogs on my page there.

Ian, Hive account@stenles.stil.rat is another writer and poet who was intrigued by our HIVE community. He is very funny and talented, and so please a take a moment to visit his page and make HIVE friends. Here is the link to Ian's Page and below is the link to his most recent work on HIVE.

Just click on that awesome tiger Jedi. I mean come on ... that's awesome!!!

Image created with the help of ChatGPT-image generator pro.

The Phoenix Succumbs

the phoenix succumbs
in a whimper; she’s reborn
with grace and glory

with stronger wings
she achieves
greater enlightenment

Lightening Echoes

lightening echoes
distant reverberation
a beat behind, a seed

the soil is fed
my dreams nourished
with reality sprouts

Soon the Rain

soon the rain will cease
downpours shift to arcs and bows
sadness to spectrum

A Certain Morning

a certain morning, a light
touch; shivers down my spine
I’ve no defence

Leaves and Detritus

leaves and detritus
static and white noise; shouts
fade in the distance

Moored

moored shafts of wheat
my black retriever swims
among slick, flaxen waves

tied to land
a golden selkie dreams
of returning to sea

Freshly-Thawed

freshly-thawed river
common sense abated
my toes froze
curled in glee

Current Over Sand

current over sand
the river is given bones
a homage to life

Wind Storm

a wind storm on dunes
sand rough housed to the bone
breeze tickles the marrow

Minor Notes

touch the minor notes
caress the black keys; sleep
dream in soft, half tones

duality cuts sharply
subtlety transmutes the wave

Narwhal

narwhal
icy depths

there is no threat

when your sword
is your third eye

My Shadow Self

my shadow self
my cat with a mouse
me with a troll

Find Pinpoint

stars find pinpoint
focused light; limited rays
I hone mem'ry of morn'

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Words and Poetry are my own. Images unless otherwise attributed are a collaboration between me and AI, Grok. They should be viewed visual haiku, in that they contain symbolism. The concepts are my own creation and the rendering AI. Keep drawing and painting. AI cannot replace your hard work and excellence. The Phoenix Succumbs, Lightening Echoes, Soon the Rain, A Certain Morning, Leaves and Detritus, Moored, Freshly-Thawed, Current Over Sand, Wind Storm, Minor Notes, Narwhal, May Shadow Self, and Find Pinpoint where all most recently and first published on X social media platform. All titles below represent lengthier works. are available in paperback or digital through amazon and your local libraries and bookstores. Click on any title below to further explore and support my writing.