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That eleventh day
of September marked my turn
toward middle age.
I’ve never looked back on it in that way before, but time and years give you new perspectives on old (and new) parts of your life.
For anyone out there who was immediately affected or impacted that day, as you wade through the barrage of media and noise today and wonder if anyone out t(here) remembers, know this: I do. Genuine and heartfelt prayers for comfort and peace.
Thankful for every day, even on the ones where I slip and don’t act like it.
Stay tuned for a new haiku each day (or evening)…
Doctor Don
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…a haiku series from my last month as a first-year quinquagenarian.
As with many things in life, this just happened.
I had this grand vision of taking a month-long road trip the year I turned 50 and writing a book about the experience, including thoughts and observations on my life (and life in general) so far.
Well, as John Lennon sang–but didn’t originate–in “Beautiful Boy,” life “is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” So, no trip and no book (yet).
One night a few weeks ago, I woke up from a recliner nap and boom! I got an idea. No rhyme, no reason, it just came to me: For my last month as a 50-year-old, I would write a haiku each night to capture the experience.
As the Poetry Foundation reminds us, a haiku is “a Japanese verse form most often composed, in English versions, of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. A haiku often features an image, or a pair of images, meant to depict the essence of a specific moment in time” [my emphasis].
Each night for one month I will write and post a haiku. By September 17, the end-result will be a 30-haiku series. At that time, I’ll (hopefully) be starting a new year and chapter of what I call my “Age of Quinquagenarius.”
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