“In my morning mind Wandering thru space and time Distant sunset red”
Haiku–written by Leona J. Atkinson and Bruce L. Reed–12-05-15
at the Christmas in Carlton Festival–Carlton, OR.
I had an opportunity to write a poem on a canvas that many people had been painting on all day at the “Christmas in Carlton” Festival. The painting was in the booth of Bruce L. Reed, Artist who was displaying his art at the Festival. He had set up a blank canvas on an easel for people to take a try at painting while visiting his booth. All were welcome to participate as he said “There are no mistakes in art”. I declined to paint as I told him I was a writer, not a painter. He suggested I write a Haiku to put on the painting. He offered to collaborate and together we came up with the Haiku—his daughter suggested the title to be “Dreams”. Such a fun day! Thanks to Bruce L. Reed and Christmas in Carlton for this experience! 🙂
Currently there are about 4000 people (men, women, children) who are homeless in Portland, OR.
News reports say the number of homeless children in the US is rising.
This poem was written to raise awareness of the Homelessness in Portland, OR.
You sat there with me, in good times and bad,
Sometimes you were the closest friend, in the natural, that I had.
You supported me when I needed to weep, and
You often held me until I fell asleep.
With you, I would spend time, either alone or with family,
thinking, praying, reading, studying or just dreaming about a future journey.
You always went with me each time I moved,
and because of you my life much improved.
I’d curl up so cozily in your place,
and God would meet me in that space.
He’d talk to me in my head, or remind me in His word, of things He’d said.
It was with you that I learned so many things,
about how to reach out and share my blessings.
You were always there to comfort and hold,
even though you were becoming very old.
Your age made you look a bit worn out,
but in your ability to stand firm I did not doubt.
But then the time came that I had to let you go,
How I’d manage without you, I did not know.
At that time I no longer had the room nor space,
And I let you go on to another place.
Someone else took you in for their own,
and I am sure gave you a great new home.
But I just wanted to tell you that I miss you so,
and wish I wouldn’t have had to let you go.
It may sound funny, but it is oh, so true,
Old Pink Chair, I really miss you !
Leona J. Atkinson 11-11-13