Take sure flight from slick-tight veneer Stand naked in the wild Welcome shelter, from what is together alone ********************************************************************************** Written for B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Didactic Poem. The didactic poem carries a lesson of some sort. As it is characterised by its content, it is thus not restricted by… Continue reading To be a Spartan…
I Was Made
- For my Nona I remain seemingly alone, unassuming, on a fringe lush and tender. Day-by-day cars whizz me by; as strangers we remain. The world of smiles and laughter, youthful chatter, bouncing life - like Eagles flying, unstoppable, dynamic - and life passes me by. Children take hold of my branches bare,… Continue reading I Was Made
Tanaga
If man does not simplify his life, he will end up tormenting himself. - Elder Paisios
Putty
"New friends, like one’s best coat and patent-leather boots, are only intended for holiday wear. At other times they are neither serviceable nor comfortable; they do not answer the required purposes, are ill adapted to give us the ease we seek. A new coat, however, has this advantage, that in time it will become old… Continue reading Putty
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make these candles dance draw on deep-filled silence – gift yourself away *************************************************************************************** Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: A Gift.
Mid-Sentence
On this day my feet were stripped... Bare, paper-thin - autumn leaves in fall. They stole the wind and winter settles still burying them and their children to come. Tell me: "Who will wake within my soul the life that I use to know Stolen from the generations Raising up newer nations?" ************************************************************************************… Continue reading Mid-Sentence
To Be A Child
I run from the quiet impressing hopes and dreams onto an old worn-out passport. Sure plans made of ink they sign my life away to no place in particular, whilst young pitter-patter feet, for greatness, will not, nor hope; yet they awake on silence ...anticipating the moment.
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The waves rushed over my corpse, thrusting me to the ocean floor; suffocating me, tearing at my lungs. The sun that bathed me not long ago, seemed to hide its face before the persistent night-tide as I choked in my own tears. Swaddled in darkness I lost sight of the 'little loves' and… Continue reading (untitled #1)
In Parting
Flamboyant cheeky daffodil! your smile lights up the dark in golden sunshine may you bask where dewdrops meet a lark ************************************************************ Birthday wishes written to my Irish friend who will be returning home. I will miss her great sense of humour as well as her genuine Irish accent 🙂
At First Breath
ants playfully work tree branches lie still short nights awaking lively leaps and bounds of joy fawns nuzzling 'gainst the sunshine ************************************************************************************************************* Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: A Change in Season and Yourself. As I am in the Southern Hemisphere, my tanka is set in late spring to early summer. I also find that… Continue reading At First Breath
