Jedi Poets

Hello,

I'm looking for some help in starting up a Jedi Poet publication. It's called Haiku Photos

Here's an article about Mindfulness Imagery Jedi Poets

We're capturing epiphanies and practicing mindfulness through haiku and photography. You don't have to have a Medium account. If you want to publish anything, you can submit it here.

I'd like to toss around some ideas about creating a healing art for autistic children as well as adults with PTSD or ADHD.

Thank you,
-Eunice

Fog enshrouds the hill.
Mist moves with the breeze's breath.
Piercing sun shines through.

Water, still, complete.
Perfect reflection masks
turbulence beneath.

Sharp cries of a crow,
disturb the peace and silence.
Always, it returns.

Sounds like a great idea.

You'll find the Temple's resident poets at this thread , or this one , which is specific to haiku.

I didn't know we had poetry specific threads, that's cool.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Poem by Dylan Thomas .