Flowering Mind [Haiku]

the city din drones:
horns, jackhammers, and shouts;
listen to the flowers

Silent Chimes [Haiku]

silent forest.
wind chimes hang stiffly,
as leaves sway

bats squeak & poop:
unseen in the dark, but
each sound amplified

Posted on August 3, 2022 by B Gourley

the cow barely moves,
and yet its clang is constant
from tugging dry grass

Posted on July 30, 2022 by B Gourley

grass in winter
rustles with such tight clacks;
 i hear its dryness

Posted on June 18, 2022 by B Gourley

a bell rang.
something awoke in him,
while something died

Posted on June 4, 2022 by B Gourley

the river sounds;
its murmur is all that's heard...
until the cowbells

the sound of rain
begins to speed up;
then steadies

I
rustling leaves,
i hear only chaos;
the blind man hears
a single leaf fall,
hitting others as it drops

II
the sunshine
glows on my eyelids,
warms my face;
i see movement in
shifting dark blotches

III
the city noise,
so chaotic when looking,
becomes ordered
when I close my eyes
and sit with the sound

I
a brass bell clangs
in the old temple yard,
tuning my mind

II
at river’s edge,
entranced by water’s flow —
roused by a chirp

III
noisy forest —
a sudden silence,
roused by a hush