Marnix Keller
@marnixkeller.bsky.social
I write code that creates art.. no images, no AI, just 100% handwritten code that occasionally blossoms into something beautiful… oh, and poetry too 🫡
Storms wrote the first lines.
Shadows pressed into the page.
Ink waits for the rain.
The storm has passed. The ink has faded, but I can still read the words… if I close my eyes.
A #haiku & my p5js landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
Shadows pressed into the page.
Ink waits for the rain.
The storm has passed. The ink has faded, but I can still read the words… if I close my eyes.
A #haiku & my p5js landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
November 25, 2025 at 9:19 AM
Storms wrote the first lines.
Shadows pressed into the page.
Ink waits for the rain.
The storm has passed. The ink has faded, but I can still read the words… if I close my eyes.
A #haiku & my p5js landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
Shadows pressed into the page.
Ink waits for the rain.
The storm has passed. The ink has faded, but I can still read the words… if I close my eyes.
A #haiku & my p5js landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
Horizon held us,
your eyes brighter than the sky.
Light tips on dawn’s edge.
Even now, when the sky leans into gold and light tips on dawn’s edge, I'm certain nothing so bright could ever fade.
A #haiku #haiga & my landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
your eyes brighter than the sky.
Light tips on dawn’s edge.
Even now, when the sky leans into gold and light tips on dawn’s edge, I'm certain nothing so bright could ever fade.
A #haiku #haiga & my landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
November 18, 2025 at 10:00 AM
Horizon held us,
your eyes brighter than the sky.
Light tips on dawn’s edge.
Even now, when the sky leans into gold and light tips on dawn’s edge, I'm certain nothing so bright could ever fade.
A #haiku #haiga & my landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
your eyes brighter than the sky.
Light tips on dawn’s edge.
Even now, when the sky leans into gold and light tips on dawn’s edge, I'm certain nothing so bright could ever fade.
A #haiku #haiga & my landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
The horizon burns.
Are you waiting for the storm?
Or are your eyes shut?
The horizon burns. And still, your red sail, a flare, reigniting the scar I buried when you left.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
Are you waiting for the storm?
Or are your eyes shut?
The horizon burns. And still, your red sail, a flare, reigniting the scar I buried when you left.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
November 14, 2025 at 10:17 AM
The horizon burns.
Are you waiting for the storm?
Or are your eyes shut?
The horizon burns. And still, your red sail, a flare, reigniting the scar I buried when you left.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
Are you waiting for the storm?
Or are your eyes shut?
The horizon burns. And still, your red sail, a flare, reigniting the scar I buried when you left.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
Kindness in a word,
threaded through a fragile sail.
Will you even see?
Look for the sails. They're out there, red against the grey, but you might miss them if your eyes are closed.
A #haiku & my landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity #worldkindnessday
threaded through a fragile sail.
Will you even see?
Look for the sails. They're out there, red against the grey, but you might miss them if your eyes are closed.
A #haiku & my landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity #worldkindnessday
November 13, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Kindness in a word,
threaded through a fragile sail.
Will you even see?
Look for the sails. They're out there, red against the grey, but you might miss them if your eyes are closed.
A #haiku & my landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity #worldkindnessday
threaded through a fragile sail.
Will you even see?
Look for the sails. They're out there, red against the grey, but you might miss them if your eyes are closed.
A #haiku & my landscape art #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity #worldkindnessday
You called it the end.
I called it the beginning.
I sailed with dawn's light.
The boat lights split your face, red & green. The irony of indecision. As if you could be both ending and beginning. But you had made your choice.
A #haiku & my art #poetry #poem #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity
I called it the beginning.
I sailed with dawn's light.
The boat lights split your face, red & green. The irony of indecision. As if you could be both ending and beginning. But you had made your choice.
A #haiku & my art #poetry #poem #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity
November 11, 2025 at 10:57 AM
You called it the end.
I called it the beginning.
I sailed with dawn's light.
The boat lights split your face, red & green. The irony of indecision. As if you could be both ending and beginning. But you had made your choice.
A #haiku & my art #poetry #poem #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity
I called it the beginning.
I sailed with dawn's light.
The boat lights split your face, red & green. The irony of indecision. As if you could be both ending and beginning. But you had made your choice.
A #haiku & my art #poetry #poem #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity
Ink bleeds through the sky,
our sail on the horizon,
bearing the sun’s last fire.
But the sky keeps nothing of the day that shaped it. The ink above us deepened, as if writing something final.
A #haiku with my landscape art #poetry #poem #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
our sail on the horizon,
bearing the sun’s last fire.
But the sky keeps nothing of the day that shaped it. The ink above us deepened, as if writing something final.
A #haiku with my landscape art #poetry #poem #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
November 4, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Ink bleeds through the sky,
our sail on the horizon,
bearing the sun’s last fire.
But the sky keeps nothing of the day that shaped it. The ink above us deepened, as if writing something final.
A #haiku with my landscape art #poetry #poem #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
our sail on the horizon,
bearing the sun’s last fire.
But the sky keeps nothing of the day that shaped it. The ink above us deepened, as if writing something final.
A #haiku with my landscape art #poetry #poem #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
The story ended,
and all the gods turned their heads.
I Became the Storm
I know who watched., I know who turned away. I did not bend. I became the storm.
A haiku / haiga & my landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
and all the gods turned their heads.
I Became the Storm
I know who watched., I know who turned away. I did not bend. I became the storm.
A haiku / haiga & my landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
October 31, 2025 at 10:06 PM
The story ended,
and all the gods turned their heads.
I Became the Storm
I know who watched., I know who turned away. I did not bend. I became the storm.
A haiku / haiga & my landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
and all the gods turned their heads.
I Became the Storm
I know who watched., I know who turned away. I did not bend. I became the storm.
A haiku / haiga & my landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
Words scatter like leaves,
they had all turned anyway.
But I choose what's next.
Stand with me, just for a moment. Feel the wind across your face. Tomorrow is yours now, and I hope it’s kind.
A #haiku paired with my landscape art.
#poetry #haiga #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity #generativeart
they had all turned anyway.
But I choose what's next.
Stand with me, just for a moment. Feel the wind across your face. Tomorrow is yours now, and I hope it’s kind.
A #haiku paired with my landscape art.
#poetry #haiga #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity #generativeart
October 30, 2025 at 11:06 AM
Words scatter like leaves,
they had all turned anyway.
But I choose what's next.
Stand with me, just for a moment. Feel the wind across your face. Tomorrow is yours now, and I hope it’s kind.
A #haiku paired with my landscape art.
#poetry #haiga #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity #generativeart
they had all turned anyway.
But I choose what's next.
Stand with me, just for a moment. Feel the wind across your face. Tomorrow is yours now, and I hope it’s kind.
A #haiku paired with my landscape art.
#poetry #haiga #WritingCommunity #poetrycommunity #generativeart
The page lays open,
waiting still to be written.
Dare you write your name?
The emptiness holds back. I almost write, but you already know.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
waiting still to be written.
Dare you write your name?
The emptiness holds back. I almost write, but you already know.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
October 29, 2025 at 4:04 PM
The page lays open,
waiting still to be written.
Dare you write your name?
The emptiness holds back. I almost write, but you already know.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
waiting still to be written.
Dare you write your name?
The emptiness holds back. I almost write, but you already know.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
@reindernijhoff.net has a great drop on Bootloader. Output is svg. There are some great variations. Love it!
Check it out here:
bootloader.art/generator/213
Check it out here:
bootloader.art/generator/213
October 28, 2025 at 8:31 PM
@reindernijhoff.net has a great drop on Bootloader. Output is svg. There are some great variations. Love it!
Check it out here:
bootloader.art/generator/213
Check it out here:
bootloader.art/generator/213
The skull does not lie,
it is the face we all wear,
beneath every mask
Their masks will fade, and we’ll see who was really hiding. Let them keep pretending. Time unmasks everyone.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
it is the face we all wear,
beneath every mask
Their masks will fade, and we’ll see who was really hiding. Let them keep pretending. Time unmasks everyone.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
October 27, 2025 at 8:19 AM
The skull does not lie,
it is the face we all wear,
beneath every mask
Their masks will fade, and we’ll see who was really hiding. Let them keep pretending. Time unmasks everyone.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
it is the face we all wear,
beneath every mask
Their masks will fade, and we’ll see who was really hiding. Let them keep pretending. Time unmasks everyone.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
A lone crimson sail,
sky the colour of your eyes.
Our backs to the world.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
sky the colour of your eyes.
Our backs to the world.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
October 26, 2025 at 11:43 AM
A lone crimson sail,
sky the colour of your eyes.
Our backs to the world.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
sky the colour of your eyes.
Our backs to the world.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
I'm late to the quay,
your boat has already sailed.
No words left to say.
Now I understand. you didn’t leave to punish me. You left because I waited too long to arrive.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
your boat has already sailed.
No words left to say.
Now I understand. you didn’t leave to punish me. You left because I waited too long to arrive.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
October 25, 2025 at 9:16 AM
I'm late to the quay,
your boat has already sailed.
No words left to say.
Now I understand. you didn’t leave to punish me. You left because I waited too long to arrive.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
your boat has already sailed.
No words left to say.
Now I understand. you didn’t leave to punish me. You left because I waited too long to arrive.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
Your touch was like fire,
but the brightest flames always
leave the sweetest scars.
The scars. They stayed, and they’re beautiful in ways only I understand.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
but the brightest flames always
leave the sweetest scars.
The scars. They stayed, and they’re beautiful in ways only I understand.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
October 24, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Your touch was like fire,
but the brightest flames always
leave the sweetest scars.
The scars. They stayed, and they’re beautiful in ways only I understand.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
but the brightest flames always
leave the sweetest scars.
The scars. They stayed, and they’re beautiful in ways only I understand.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry #poetrycommunity
Rain arcs through the mist.
I write letters no one reads.
Wind scatters the ink.
If a letter is opened, but no one reads it did it ever exist? And still, I write.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry
I write letters no one reads.
Wind scatters the ink.
If a letter is opened, but no one reads it did it ever exist? And still, I write.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry
October 23, 2025 at 9:14 AM
Rain arcs through the mist.
I write letters no one reads.
Wind scatters the ink.
If a letter is opened, but no one reads it did it ever exist? And still, I write.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry
I write letters no one reads.
Wind scatters the ink.
If a letter is opened, but no one reads it did it ever exist? And still, I write.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry
Storms whisper to me,
but I lean into the wind,
and sail toward light.
I’ve forgotten how light feels, but I sail toward it. Something lives beyond the storm, and I still believe it might be me.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry
but I lean into the wind,
and sail toward light.
I’ve forgotten how light feels, but I sail toward it. Something lives beyond the storm, and I still believe it might be me.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry
October 22, 2025 at 12:42 PM
Storms whisper to me,
but I lean into the wind,
and sail toward light.
I’ve forgotten how light feels, but I sail toward it. Something lives beyond the storm, and I still believe it might be me.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry
but I lean into the wind,
and sail toward light.
I’ve forgotten how light feels, but I sail toward it. Something lives beyond the storm, and I still believe it might be me.
A #haiku #haiga & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity #poetry
I meant to stay close,
but the wind changed without sound,
and you followed it.
The sky’s a different grey, and I keep telling myself I’ll learn to love it. But the tide keeps whispering and I keep listening.
A #haiku & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity
but the wind changed without sound,
and you followed it.
The sky’s a different grey, and I keep telling myself I’ll learn to love it. But the tide keeps whispering and I keep listening.
A #haiku & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity
October 21, 2025 at 10:39 AM
I meant to stay close,
but the wind changed without sound,
and you followed it.
The sky’s a different grey, and I keep telling myself I’ll learn to love it. But the tide keeps whispering and I keep listening.
A #haiku & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity
but the wind changed without sound,
and you followed it.
The sky’s a different grey, and I keep telling myself I’ll learn to love it. But the tide keeps whispering and I keep listening.
A #haiku & my #p5js landscape art #poetry #poem #poems #poemoftheday #WritingCommunity
What is real, I ask?
Shadows pass through silent rooms.
Only what I felt.
What is real? Is it the moment? Or the echo? I don’t know. But I know I felt it. That’s all that ever mattered.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
Shadows pass through silent rooms.
Only what I felt.
What is real? Is it the moment? Or the echo? I don’t know. But I know I felt it. That’s all that ever mattered.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
October 20, 2025 at 12:44 PM
What is real, I ask?
Shadows pass through silent rooms.
Only what I felt.
What is real? Is it the moment? Or the echo? I don’t know. But I know I felt it. That’s all that ever mattered.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
Shadows pass through silent rooms.
Only what I felt.
What is real? Is it the moment? Or the echo? I don’t know. But I know I felt it. That’s all that ever mattered.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
Across grey waters,
chasing art through foreign winds.
Desert colours rise.
Marfa waits,
beneath silver sky,
for the hand,
for the eye.
for creativity
to bring life to the desert,
For the desert
to bring new horizons to art.
a haiku/haiga for this week's art festival in Marfa.
chasing art through foreign winds.
Desert colours rise.
Marfa waits,
beneath silver sky,
for the hand,
for the eye.
for creativity
to bring life to the desert,
For the desert
to bring new horizons to art.
a haiku/haiga for this week's art festival in Marfa.
October 18, 2025 at 11:36 AM
Across grey waters,
chasing art through foreign winds.
Desert colours rise.
Marfa waits,
beneath silver sky,
for the hand,
for the eye.
for creativity
to bring life to the desert,
For the desert
to bring new horizons to art.
a haiku/haiga for this week's art festival in Marfa.
chasing art through foreign winds.
Desert colours rise.
Marfa waits,
beneath silver sky,
for the hand,
for the eye.
for creativity
to bring life to the desert,
For the desert
to bring new horizons to art.
a haiku/haiga for this week's art festival in Marfa.
I won’t turn away,
even if the sky darkens.
I’ll steer the same course.
I won’t turn my back to the storm. I'll steer the same course as you. Because somewhere along the way, it became mine too.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
even if the sky darkens.
I’ll steer the same course.
I won’t turn my back to the storm. I'll steer the same course as you. Because somewhere along the way, it became mine too.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
October 17, 2025 at 6:44 AM
I won’t turn away,
even if the sky darkens.
I’ll steer the same course.
I won’t turn my back to the storm. I'll steer the same course as you. Because somewhere along the way, it became mine too.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
even if the sky darkens.
I’ll steer the same course.
I won’t turn my back to the storm. I'll steer the same course as you. Because somewhere along the way, it became mine too.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
I meant every word,
but nothing grows where it's dark.
I see it all now.
But truth spoken in darkness doesn’t bloom. I see it all now. I see silence, I see shadows, I see grey. You don't see me. You don't hear me. You barely know me.
A haiku with my landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
but nothing grows where it's dark.
I see it all now.
But truth spoken in darkness doesn’t bloom. I see it all now. I see silence, I see shadows, I see grey. You don't see me. You don't hear me. You barely know me.
A haiku with my landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
October 16, 2025 at 7:22 AM
I meant every word,
but nothing grows where it's dark.
I see it all now.
But truth spoken in darkness doesn’t bloom. I see it all now. I see silence, I see shadows, I see grey. You don't see me. You don't hear me. You barely know me.
A haiku with my landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
but nothing grows where it's dark.
I see it all now.
But truth spoken in darkness doesn’t bloom. I see it all now. I see silence, I see shadows, I see grey. You don't see me. You don't hear me. You barely know me.
A haiku with my landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
Between dark and light,
in the shadows of the night,
lie a thousand greys.
The truth isn’t in the light or the dark, but in the thousand shades that live between.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
in the shadows of the night,
lie a thousand greys.
The truth isn’t in the light or the dark, but in the thousand shades that live between.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
October 15, 2025 at 2:48 PM
Between dark and light,
in the shadows of the night,
lie a thousand greys.
The truth isn’t in the light or the dark, but in the thousand shades that live between.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
in the shadows of the night,
lie a thousand greys.
The truth isn’t in the light or the dark, but in the thousand shades that live between.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
Three sails rise at dawn,
bound by unseen hands and hope.
The tide writes their fate.
And though they sailed together, each journey was their own. Only fate and the tide would choose their destiny.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
bound by unseen hands and hope.
The tide writes their fate.
And though they sailed together, each journey was their own. Only fate and the tide would choose their destiny.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
October 14, 2025 at 8:33 AM
Three sails rise at dawn,
bound by unseen hands and hope.
The tide writes their fate.
And though they sailed together, each journey was their own. Only fate and the tide would choose their destiny.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
bound by unseen hands and hope.
The tide writes their fate.
And though they sailed together, each journey was their own. Only fate and the tide would choose their destiny.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
Even bold wings rest,
Folded through the longest night.
Soft beneath the storm.
The storm lingers on the horizon. Restless, always whispering.
If I search for it through the veil of dusk. I will find it. Or it will find me.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
Folded through the longest night.
Soft beneath the storm.
The storm lingers on the horizon. Restless, always whispering.
If I search for it through the veil of dusk. I will find it. Or it will find me.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
October 13, 2025 at 11:22 AM
Even bold wings rest,
Folded through the longest night.
Soft beneath the storm.
The storm lingers on the horizon. Restless, always whispering.
If I search for it through the veil of dusk. I will find it. Or it will find me.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
Folded through the longest night.
Soft beneath the storm.
The storm lingers on the horizon. Restless, always whispering.
If I search for it through the veil of dusk. I will find it. Or it will find me.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
The tides ebb and flow,
reminds me that even I,
can sail far away.
The ebb & flow is never fully gone, never quite the same when it returns. The tide retreats. When it comes again, perhaps this time, I’ll go with it.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
reminds me that even I,
can sail far away.
The ebb & flow is never fully gone, never quite the same when it returns. The tide retreats. When it comes again, perhaps this time, I’ll go with it.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
October 11, 2025 at 10:27 AM
The tides ebb and flow,
reminds me that even I,
can sail far away.
The ebb & flow is never fully gone, never quite the same when it returns. The tide retreats. When it comes again, perhaps this time, I’ll go with it.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity
reminds me that even I,
can sail far away.
The ebb & flow is never fully gone, never quite the same when it returns. The tide retreats. When it comes again, perhaps this time, I’ll go with it.
A #haiku with my #p5js landscape art. #Poetry #Poems #WritingCommunity