I wondered how many years before the angel too became light said, Princess Haiku

Children of the Poppy by Diane Dehler

Children of the Poppy

A small boy abandoned on a freeway,

intersection Hades/five miles Hell/next exit.

Morning sun does not breathe on this child.

Children of the Poppy: some stolen some

abandoned, some dead.

Midnight on its toes, promise of a surge

greater than self.  An offertory bless the

vein that craves for death is dark and nods

a dreamy head.  A wicked refrain complete

with jail cell strip search overdose. 

An image of four young comrades poised

while waiting, and the little one only eleven

can’t hold up his head. The others make the

finger while humming alive with pulsing

night hour jazz. 

Ruined children stained teeth shattered heart,

History purges them. Plastic bag snaps open,

knife chops & some wine some die some fix.

Chance holds the Queen of Hearts under an

abandoned indigo sky.

Diane Dehler

First published in poeticdiversity: the litzine of Los Angeles, November 2013

                                                                                   

Waterlily Series by Pamela A. Babusci and Diane Dehler

http://www.haigaonline.com/gallery.html

I have always been drawn to waterlilies as symbols of wisdom and transformation. In my pursuit of the waterlily I seek the joy and transcendence that emerges from perception of perfect beauty. I approach photography as only a poet can: with an intuitive heart & desire to become that which I perceive; a perfect moment of a flower.

Diane Dehler...The Lotus

Diane Dehler...The Lotus

Venus Retrograde said Princess Haiku

Venus Retrograde


Private conversation
on a couch of love.
Firm cushions and
a hard wood floor.
White sun – clouds
burst into light. A
buzzing bee hums a
song on the window
ledge. Yet the person
undressed was missing.
Multiple identities fly
by. When they are
coming they are going.
A rhythm that never
stops. People making
love in the mind’s eye.

by Diane Dehler

This poem has been published in,
From the Four-Chambered Heart: In
Tribute to Anais Nin Sybaritic Press,
June 2013

Diane Dehler...The Lotus

adorned in natural beauty a flower of the hour said, Princess Haiku

Van Cliburn plays the, Tchaikovsky Piano Concerto No.1 Mvt I-1

I am posting this in loving memory of Van Cliburn who gifted the world with his great gift for both music and peace making. RIP

a revelatory purple said, Princess Haiku

Happy Lunar New Year said, Princess Haiku

Leung's White Crane Lion Dancers

a dancing orchid said, Princess Haiku

reflections of another world said Princess Haiku

an inscape of Orchids said Princess Haiku

Inscape is a concept derived by Gerard Manley Hopkins from the ideas of the medieval philosopher Duns Scotus.

Hopkins felt that everything in the universe was characterized by what he called inscape, the distinctive design that constitutes individual identity. This identity is not static but dynamic. Each being in the universe 'selves,' that is, enacts its identity. And the human being, the most highly selved, the most individually distinctive being in the universe, recognizes the inscape of other beings in an act that Hopkins calls instress, the apprehension of an object in an intense thrust of energy toward it that enables one to realize specific distinctiveness. Ultimately, the instress of inscape leads one to Christ, for the individual identity of any object is the stamp of divine creation on it

This is related to a logocentric theology and the Imago Dei. A logocentric theology of creation is based on correlation of the Genesis account and John 1. Since all creation is by the Word (divine fiat) human identity in God's image is grounded in God's speech and no two creation words are ever spoken alike.* This idea is reflected by JRR Tolkien who compares the Creator to a perfect prism and creation to the refraction of perfect light.

Tolkien writes,

'Dear Sir,' I said – 'Although now long estranged,
Man is not wholly lost nor wholly changed
Dis-grace he may be, yet is not de-throned,
and keeps the rags of lordship once he owned:
Man, Sub-creator, the refracted Light
through whom is splintered from a single White
to many hues, and endlessly combined
in living shapes that move from mind to mind.

The idea is strongly embraced by the Trappist monk and author Thomas Merton who admired both Scotus and Hopkins. In New Seeds of Contemplation Merton equates the unique "thingness" of a thing, its inscape, to sanctity.

Merton writes,"No two created beings are exactly alike. And their individuality is no imperfection. On the contrary, the perfection of each created thing is not merely its conformity to an abstract type but in its own individual identity with itself."
The result is that holiness itself is grounded in God's creation, his call, and not in a Greek ideal. To the extent that any "thing" (including humans) honors God's unique idea of them they are holy. Holiness thus connects to "vocation" (from the Latinvocarefor "voice") in two ways. First, God creates through the word; and second, when being responds rightly to God's speech by expressing his unique word the result is Holiness.


vision of another world...

a theater of flowers, said Princess Haiku

"To Be or not to be."
W.S.

magenta petals said, Princess Haiku

I would love to wake up some morning in petal skin just this color. And I would be a flower of 100 hours, but such a paradise the bloom.

white flower remembrance 2012, said Princess Haiku

Dear Friends,

Wishing you all a prosperous and Happy New Year 2013.

My special thanks to those of you who visit my blog regularly throughout the year. When I began this little poetic journal years ago I had no idea that many people would view/read it a month. I began writing it at a difficult crossroads when my life plans went awry. The small moments of beauty I captured in the beginning were merely to console my own lost soul and then somehow became a garden of their own.

May the flowers in my garden and poetic asides add to the joy in your life. In the end the small ways, the by ways, the simplicity of everyday moments of beauty and love become the fabric of our existence.

Princess Haiku as we all know is a poetic ghost but Diane Dehler who writes her into being is not. You can visit me directly on my FB page.

Warm Wishes

butterscotch pas de deux, said Princess Haiku

lost in whiteness of winter, said Princes Haiku

Orchid Potion supreme, said Princess Haiku