A great wind blowing, raging sea,
And rowers toiling wearily
Far from the land, where they would be.
And then, One coming, drawing nigh;
They care not, now, for starless sky.
The Light of life says, “It is I”.
They care not, now, for toil of oar,
For lo, the ship is near the shore,
And their Beloved they adore.
Lord of the Lake of Galilee
who long ago, walked on the sea,
My heart is comforted in Thee.
Two Kids and a Crawdad
Sun-shot shadows of skitter bugs, on moving amber water,
Our pant knees rolled, our cold wet hands touch
as we pry that biggest rock,
We turn the rock. Mud spurts up
and scooting over our toes, he glides
beneath another rock.
We scream, step back and trip with icy splash,
becoming, briefly, part of
pebbled sunshine, mud,
Colors in oceans,
indigo, turquoise, grey, jade,
We look there first. Search
deep who the person true is.
Gaze those windows. Know.
lilting chatter, laughs,
mellifluous, wet mud roads,
colored skirts, white smiles. – NinadeSusOjos
Baskets on their heads,
hair flows down like lava streams,
colored skirts swing to ankles. – NinadeSusOjos
Jewels nestled in green,
speckled jungle glimmers POP!
Soft and solid, curved,
ski-jump nose, small rosebud lips,
chubby, changing. Joy.
Travel Haiku #2
Boredom not a theme,
Exhausting, more than foreseen,
Unique delight reigns.
Love of Learning Haiku #3
Thirst for wide knowledge,
slaked, then surging once again,
all through life. Wisdom.
Haiku #8. “Goodbye”
Dread word! Don’t say it.
Hurts too bad again. Shut up.
Pretend that this is normal.
separate you from people.
Thread your knees
between idling taxis,
inching gargantuan buses.
among ten thousand
Your eyes assailed
teeming worlds of bright,
melèe of colors,
by a new universe
of strange (only to you!)
Whiff of frying meat
assaults your nose,
fragrance of mountained roses,
stench of rotting garbage,
husky aroma of homemade leather goods,
wet grassy FRESH of handwoven baskets
mingled with fish getting older,
tang of ripening nectarines.
All this is the lives of families,
of children working,
of persons like you.
Please know it’s not only another trip.
Do realize it’s not just a destination
to check off
your bucket list. -a poem by Niñadesusojos.