This is a golden shovel I wrote, inspired by a haiku that I read online. I can’t remember who wrote it, but it’s absolutely beautiful. It goes:

Wearily she waves,

The white flag of surrender,

Cobwebbed butterfly.

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The day ends, stubbornly and wearily,

Lost in thought, alone, she,

Remembers love lost, as the ocean waves,

Crash against the cliffs, beneath the,

Moon’s judgmental gaze, star...

A splash of vibrant yellow,

In the sky, a brave little butterfly,

Its path uninterrupted, so,

Blissfully oblivious to what,

Endless dangers lie ahead, as if,

The world is simple and kind, it,

Embraces the air, as it glides,

Unaware of the abyss, serenely over,

The edge of reason, where the,

Rest of the world proceeds with caution. But of,

Such constraints, the butterfly knows naught, a,

Spirit u...

This is a golden shovel I wrote, inspired by the haiku, ‘Over the Wintry’ By Natsume Sōseki.

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Skeletal remains of an ancient tree, defeated and hunched over,

Branches, Like desperate hands,, grasping at the,

Cold, biting air, a shroud of wintry,

Desolation, where once lush greenery adorned the forest,

Now, only the memory of leaves, a victory hollow, wins,

Weave through barren boughs, a ...

i stare at you

your dainty musician’s fingers

your sharp angular face

your everlasting gaze

through bright starry eyes

i found love

maybe

though it’s hard to tell

perhaps

our

secluded heart still searches

i wonder

i ponder

i peruse the question

of whether

you like me back

Unrequited....

And may these

Efforts turn to worlds

With the changes I

Long to create

And may I

Be changed by the will

Of those who make

The better worlds. You

Have brought your care

And all your strength for

Us, him, her, and them

All those who are as

Original as us, and as much

Creators as

You and I

Would do...

Frost’s sharp teeth close over

the skin of our cheeks and we hurry through the

half-world that is soaked in wintry

dimness— we are aware of how the forest

creeps closer in the night, its winds

rushing ahead, carrying a keen that whips up into a spectral howl

as, near-dead, the coyote drops its head and in

a stupour stalks easy feline prey. The frigid rage

of starvation has shattered its other inst...

I envision a

newer world

a renewed world, connected

I see in every

life, the breathing, living

gleefully - indulging in that thing

we feel, I feel, you

feel in that place inside that none can touch -

The web exists. And every thread affects

another. It's already so. And you -

It's time for you to put a thread in.

It's your turn.

Inspired by my haiku, "Nature."...

Are thou art Sorrowful?

Heed the blissful Morning

Do not feel Hateful

Feel as the sun is in the beautiful Afternoon

Do not grow Despair

Feel not Grotesque

For the singing moon is with you at Nighttime...

My mind is dominated by "what if"

Options abound, yet only

one path must I

take. If there was a way I could

know for sure, or at least quiet

the wondering, calm down

the beating of my

heart, alter the fearful

nature of my soul, my brain -

Would I do it, and

view the world anew? Enjoy

a fresh perspective, with the

courage to simply take the ride?

(Based on my haiku, "If Only")...

“Over the Wintry” by Natsume Sōseki

Over the wintry

Forest, winds howl in rage

With no leaves to blow

When she returns to consciousness, she only wishes it were over.

“—just dropped like a rock. Oh my god what is wrong? Is something wrong with her? Call an ambulance. Someone call an ambulance right now and tell them the—“

She groans loudly and rolls over, but she can’t bring herself to open...