The Scholar

Reflect on this word,
quiet country afternoon--
a thought provokes me

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Grandmother's Pantry

Screen door squeaks...bell rings,
wooden floor creaks...antique scent--
Oxydol greets me

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Unlock Your Mind

Wisdom from the past,
frail pages turn as autumn leaves--
unlock my closed mind

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Dad

Elderly father,
a musician in your prime--
I spoon...mouth opens

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Winter Awakening

Snow plow scraping by,
a softness fills the morning air--
coffee maker drips

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Homesick on Ambush

Wet, chilled and sleepless,
eyes scanning the morning mist--
Marine dreams of home

"We have shared the incommunicable experience of war.
We have felt, we still feel, the passion of life to its top.
In our youths, our hearts were touched with fire."
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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A Commitment to Resolve

Red pepper spray mist
falls upon faces covered--
Occupy in line

(See associated visual at CBS News)

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February Kill

winged predator dives,
one ice plate floating slowly--
fish curled in sharp grasp

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Parisian Secret

Leaves dance on park bench,
weathered man interrupted--
stranger speaks in French

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Remember When?

Boy nestled in lap
gentle tug on hairy white beard
IT'S THE REAL SANTA!

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Waiting Patiently

Sparrow stands one-footed,
old wooden fence tinted green-
tea pot trumpeting

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Introduction

I am a photographer, not a poet nor a writer. I have been searching for a way to enhance my photographs with a description, one that depicts my personal experience encountered at the precise moment each image is captured and forever locked in time. A narrative that supports the visual in a manner that opens the mind of the observer to a moment of enlightenment and clarity toward the art of photography.

For those new to Haiku, the poems are intended to bring awareness to the abandoning of one's self-centered view for a crystalline moment of heightened awareness and clarity. Haiku poems do not rhyme and normally consist only of seventeen syllables, with words formatted in three lines (5-7-5). Many poems have a kigo, which in Japanese means a word referencing nature.

I intend to follow the Haiku format, but have allowed myself the freedom to write in a manner that satisfies my creativity. In contrast, some poems may not have an associated image because it will inspire me to search out an image not yet captured that supports the written word; we'll see how that plays out.

I hope readers find this endeavour a means of inspiration to begin writing or pursue the art of photography. I welcome your comments and encourage the sharing and exchange of ideas. Visit my complete body of photographic work at Flickr.com or at ideasinart.com

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