My teacher…

There is nothing so beautiful as a clear blue sky, or one with even a few cirrus clouds, I feel. It is so calm, picture perfect that one can stare at it forever! My mind wavers a lot, I mean, whose doesn’t? I find myself chained by gloom, non-clarity etc so often I don’t know what to do. Except perhaps, to write. The sky is my muse then, to pop back into being me. Into the writer who doesn’t give up on himself, on coming through any adversities..

blue sky – my teacher
of clarity; not to fall
prey to ashen gloom

For the inspiration at Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart.
Image: Watching the sunset over Beli Iskar Lake, on Rila Mountain in the Balkans; courtesy of Pixdaus.

(March 17th, 2012)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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