Kina

Kina

What can I say about my foster children that can even be uttered with words? Though difficulty may abound and your life is quite complicated you are still so very precious.

Creator of Leaves – A Poem

Creator of Leaves - A poem - Aaron Blakeley- Blogger Writer Poet

Once in a restaurant after eating morning rays illuminating distant trees I lamented my being, not in the forest amongst the leaves How desire burned in me a deep sigh I have heaved from my responsibility, I longed for a moments reprieve And not to nap or be entertained To get lost in the embrace of nature and to consider the creator of this creature For in me and surely in you a wild abandon does …

Deaths Nest – A Poem

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This is for children that I have seen Their legs move, and their frames careen Across the earth, till they lay to rest At a desk chair which is actually deaths nest.

The Makers Order

The Makers Order - The Daily Haiku - Web Comic Aaron Blakeley Blogger Longview Texas

Sometimes when I consider this world, our cells on up to our relationships, I am stunned. Believe what you will of creation whether it be a literal seven days or the cosmic dance of creation condescended to us as seven days. Our universe if a finely tuned watch and it is only the Makers order that keeps it in check. Both in his verbal order to exist and his organization of ever single atom and physical …

Self Discovery – Daily Haiku

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I see it in you and me today and everyday. We claw about our lives full of purpose all the while always asking what my purpose is. We are so introspective that we end up out of balance. Is there not beauty in balance? Is there not purpose in the serendipitous architecture of human personality and interests cast into the perfectly balanced machinations of reality and the cosmos. Should we not look to the great watchmaker he …

None More Wild

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There is something that calls inside of most people. A call to sweet abandon. It is a natural call but it must be focused on its intended object.

Heart Full of Leaves

A heart full of leaves - poem - Aaron Blakeley - Gideon in leaves

I do no rake my yard I do not mow it My wife loves a clean kept place, but my heart longs for nature to take all that order we people produce and dash it with attrition and careful vines that reach and stretch and crush and nash and mince and rot and grow and change and mature and die   With my heart full of leaves and light peeking through trees and a mind focused …

Sterile Praise

Haiku Sterile Praise - Daily Haiku Aaron Blakeley

Man will praise and perhaps I will become even more undignified than this.

White Robes, Read and Black Armor – Poem

Bathed in light - Poem by Aaron Blakeley

The lights are fluorescent The children are bored bathed evenly White robes, red and black armor It is a lovely game, Defend! Block and break brown and tope skin bathed evenly in White robes, red and black armor Little bodies, move and grow Disciplined with play skill not yet learned bathed evenly White robes, red and black armor They are warriors! Prepare! the world for us parental beasts It is hard and bathed evenly in …