Ions Sing For International Women's Day

Seconds before sun ~ slips lingerie on the sands ~ sounds of ions sing.
#haiku
#internationalwomensday

Copyright Caroline Gerardo March 8 2016

Grove Haiku

Grove cut to bare stumps ~ roots call hardwood to return ~ branches ignite sky.
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Copyright 2/ 2016 Caroline Gerardo

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Warm By My Fire

Life is not easy ~

Better with family and friends ~

light fire when chilly.

#haiku after a long afloat day. 

We fix problems now ~

give generator fuel out ~

I will hold your hand.

I'm handy that way

Waves Pound Haiku

Fingers hurt from work ~ thousand waves pound my muscles ~ rowing almost there.

It's Friday
I balance three employment activities
You do two things in this gig economy.
292 thousand new jobs added

Looking forward with joy to finishing
the construction work on the house and
downsizing.
Never never never use mastic to glue to drywall
Words of warning
We hung this beautiful blue cork board on son's wall
A mountain where he hung congratulations certificates,
blue ribbons, and photographs of teams and friends.
When he left for college the awards came down.

Misty ocean calls ~ lighthouse horn reminds from far ~ of the happy house.

2 haikus, thoughts and a video to make you smile
Caroline Gerardo
2016

Read Haiku

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Grab a book enjoy ~ morning light touches this once ~ sit happy and read.

open window to breeze in the garden

reading  chair

#haiku

Stormy Sky Haiku

Dreamed about past ~ vengeance sky taking a piece ~ mourning heart recovers.

Glitter In Your Veins

 

Haiku  ~ You are Special

 

 

"Glitter in your veins ~

everyday joyful in your walk ~

keep the crown on top."

 

Caroline Gerardo

Found Soul Hiking

 Haikus, poems, thoughts from hiking yesterday's rejuvenation trail. Saturday I hiked Ice House Canyon and up Mount Baldy over Devil's Backbone by myself. I was feeling "moody" earlier in the week. I know that giving myself a goal, something to look forward to, a challenge and the amazing variety and beauty of Angeles National Forest would clear my head, bones and Soul.

I captured about 80 good photographs yesterday. Posting some of the average ones because, well people seem to borrow and forget to credit...  

I'm spoiled, it isn't difficult to see nature in glory by just walking. I am sharing some of my fun with you, I got back on center.

Abandoned standing ~ hold out icycle words ~ roof  keeps my soul safe.

Hand never let go ~ the belay surely will fail ~ bones crumple to shale.

Across the canyons ~ the haze tells me to hurry ~ before it grows dark.

Spines remind that my boots are only made of fake hemp, plastic laces and rubber tire souls.

I knew the pin oaks wouldn't fail me. They light the sky before the days grow short. It is as if they knew I was on my way to visit. Wishing I owned a red cape and brought a basket.

Old fire damage on fallen trees is more sculptural than natural slides. Just as lightening can make landscape into dazzling energy.

Composite rock flows ~ looks like this boulder enjoyed  ~ water stroking him.

He is a devil ~ a tough dinosaur spine climb  ~ thanks clouds for no snow.

 I brought my ten essentials: a switch blade, rappelling ropes, caribiners, matches and lighter, epipen, phone & camera, sunscreen and hat, compass, water and more water, first aid stuff. I can always find my soul when I'm hiking.

copyright reserved Caroline Gerardo 2012
 Mount Baldy, Angeles National Forest California October 6th

Make fog into Sun

This morning started ~ clouds covering my lead heart

~ sun comes in a text.

 

Caroline Gerardo haiku

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photographs of highway 5 south towards San Diego and sun plants by C. G.

Corn Lily Cure

 

Surprised by saffron stems,

showing on my stoop with a smile.

In hands of a handsome devil,

really they're lilies,

Do you know where this story begins or ends?

I’ll backtrack for you.

I wrote a text message haiku:

Wild lilies breathe ~ in Yosemite for you ~ open your hands wide.

Flowers John Muir carefully documented,
the full measure of the mountain runs your lungs;
but I didn’t that send that one,
the stamens felt sappy,
with staining crumbs.

Delete delete.

Silent, death destructiion disaster of a heart.

No-one wants to hear about chemotherapy.

Delete delete.

I sent something else:

Crane Flat corn lilies ~ burn upon my memory ~ enjoy your sweet XXXX.

(Keep secrets locked in a jewelry box made by some child in China)

Back track more:

A girl walked through those sequoias in Crane Flat. A funny teen with a sketch book alone drawing flowers and scribbling journal notes in the woods. A watercolor of those corn lilies from this trip is  in my Mother’s downstairs bath. I read that the Cyclopamine in corn lilies once thought to be so poisonous to humans and livestock, actually has life-saving properties. Think of the ranchers who had this scourge pulled and burned at the stake. The corn lily native plant is now being used in advanced cancer trials. The healing aspect of miracles are around us in everyday dandelions you fail to see in the cracks of concrete.

Go fast forward and dance with your shoulders in a figure eight:

If you remove the stamens the lilies last longer, the gold dust won’t mark you like some penance on Ash Wednesday.

"For dust you are, and to dust you shall return."

Delete delete.

Perhaps it is better not explaining my haiku or saving the plate of saffron pollen as some science experiment.

Allow me to dye your gown the color of the sun.

Send.

Haiku and Love for One Fallen Angel

One Fallen Angel ~be ready for new love now ~ the figure appears from dark.

Heart hears a call sound~ hoo do you sadly measure ~ calling home true love.

A past lover gave me Fragments d’un Discours Amoureaux . I think he stole the book back. If I could find it I would quote to you why love is always out of balance. The lover’s figures are merely gestures waiting for response.

It is like compost.

I met this man who makes Bio-fuel from trash. He’s franchising German plants to islands, to Shanghai, perhaps to Haiti, but that is another story.

The burning dung becomes something treasured; Rumi says to kiss the snake who guards the buried treasure. Open our hearts and kiss him to find new love.

Lover's bouquet needs the gesture of water.

notes: Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse really was stolen from my house but not likely from the person who gifted the book.  My translation of Rumi Harsh Evidence is not the same as Coleman Barks

Love Ready Haiku

Roots of Past

" Mon coeur ne vous quitta jamais une seconde,

et je suis, et serai jusque dans l'autre monde,

celui qui vous aima, sans mesure..."

Haiku for broken ~  

heal a heart with time and joy~  

laugh at soggy past.

Window Panes Repaired and Painted,  and Ready for Sunshine

Cyrano wears a ~  plastic nose hidden behind ~ clog heart abs of steel.

Tree Stripped of Center by Fire Survives and Grows

Look sideways upon ~
his dressing gown rippling waves ~
river wash the sand.

Horsehoes For Good Luck In Your New Life

Chanting pants on fire ~ for he is a crafty liar ~ heat forgives the fail.

Walk Bravely For You Made it Over the Burning Coals, You ARE READY.

All photographs and text are copyrighted material by Caroline Gerardo