white bugloss


A rare sight

hidden bugloss

christened white


Pure white blooms

in tangle of greens

stamens reaching


 The other day I was surprised to discover rare white viper’s bugloss flowers. The second photo shows the most prevalent bugloss in its distinctive blue nearby.

about haiku (2)

Writing about ‘writing haiku’ captured my imagination.  I woke up scribbling yesterday morning:

Poems float gently

in a breeze of syllables

haiku-dusted sky

From hill to valley

rushing waters stir my heart—

cleansing tears bear joy.

A word plops

on a silent pond

haiku ripple.

This is my second response to Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu Special #1 “The Poet’s Craft”. In this Carpe Diem Haiku Kai episode, guest writer, Kim Russell, invites us to write haiku about writing haiku.

Four twigs

This a collection of 17-syllable observations that I wrote in recent weeks:

Roadside stacks of brush by farm acres—no space for surplus twigs.

Young boys on ATVs raise clouds of dust spinning around my washed car.

Life is more simple when it pours—everything slows except traffic.

Boy rides kayak spinning in surging rapids as father guides from shore.

©2017 Ontheland

Life is poetry

Life is poetry

Life is music

Life is art, dance….

Each speck

Each peccadillo

Each laugh, each tear

Each flower

Each breath

Each moment

Each eternity


Is poetry

a river of being


River and spray,

Flame and ash,

Song and echo,

Home and journey,

Everything and

nothing at all.

©2017, Ontheland

If feelings of déjà vu are coming up for you, you may  have heard Cid Corman’s three-line poem titled ‘The Call’ (at the link scroll down to find the poem–it opens with ‘Life is poetry’. Or you may have heard these words attributed to Leonard Cohen:  ‘Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash’. Both Cid Corman’s poem and Leonard Cohen’s quote resonate with me.