Bird songs fill the air
A cacophony of sound,
bursting from the trees
•
Three and a half miles
With Robins and Cardinals,
leading my journey
Above, Heaven calls
Singing God’s praises on high
The angels, the saved
(R.I.P. Ronnie James Dio)
Hell screams from below
A cacophony of sounds
The tortured and damned
•
Sing me a song, you’re a singer
Do me a wrong, you’re a bringer of evil
The Devil is never a maker
The less that you give, you’re a taker
So it’s on and on and on
…it’s Heaven and Hell, oh well
The lover of life’s not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner you’ll know that you’re dreaming
So it’s on and on and on
Oh it’s on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, Heaven and Hell
I can tell, fool, fool!
Well, if it seems to be real, it’s illusion
For every moment of truth, there’s confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer
But nobody bleeds for the dancer
And it’s on and on, on and on and on….
They say that life’s a carousel
Spinning fast, you’ve got to ride it well
The world is full of Kings and Queens
Who blind your eyes then steal your dreams
…it’s Heaven and Hell, oh well
And they’ll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
It’s Heaven and Hell
No no fool, fool!
You got to bleed for the dancer!
Fool, fool, look for the answer!
Fool, fool, fool!
via Heaven And Hell Lyrics – Black Sabbath
•
The muse dances, twirls
As rain falls from a black sky
Onto a parched Earth
(pen and ink work provided by my wife)
Hopes and fears take flight
As you wish upon a star
In a twinkling sky
The trees are alive
Full of nature’s soothing song
Music for my soul
Daylight Savings Time
Yes, Spring has sprung all over
Longer nights ahead
Spring Rising 1
The first day of March
Spring’s growth starting to blossom
Life wakes from slumber
Spring Rising 2
I hear birds chirping
Spring sounds push through the night’s dark
Warm days on the way
Gentle hands folding,
twisting, shaping, and turning,
nothing to something
÷
Japanese art form
Folded paper creation
Many shapes and styles
÷
(this one is a different take on the word)
Shape me my master
Just like the clay of the Earth,
form me in your hands
÷

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A cold morning wind
Rattles and cackles bare limbs
Chorus of the damned
Nip to the Air 1
Crisp, overcast day
Windows open, a cool breeze
Haunting, like a ghost
I hear birds chirping
Spring sounds push through the night’s dark
Warm days on the way
Spring Rising 1
The first day of March
Spring’s growth starting to blossom
Life wakes from slumber
Sunshine permeates
A stroller stroll for my son
Best time in the world
With toes in the sand
Memories breeze through my mind,
of childhood beach trips
🙂
The first day of March
Spring’s growth starting to blossom
Life wakes from slumber
Red bird in the rain
Migration has called you back
Harbinger of Spring
Red Bird 1
Red bird in the snow
Cold, late February day
What keeps you so warm?
Sunlight cascading,
fading, into nighttime’s grasp
Evening sky bleeds
After publishing this earlier today I realized two things, the last line had six syllables in it (evening is three not two) and I also wasn’t a big fan of the way I closed the original – Evening sky turns red.
I went ahead and made the changes and then published it the way I think it should have gone out, originally. Us poets, so neurotic, we have to get it right.
Thank you for reading. You are now free to move about the blog.
Here is the original Part 6: http://awrenfro.com/2013/02/25/haiku-sky-fire-6/
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