To be a Spartan…

 
 

Take sure flight
from slick-tight veneer

Stand naked
in the wild

Welcome shelter, from what is
together alone

 
 

Countryside Mill by Seung_Ho_Henrik Holmberg

 

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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 its form. Therefore I chose to write a Shadorma (a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). The form is alleged to have originated in Spain. The syllable count for each stanza is 3/5/3/3/7/5).

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Starry Night – Van Gogh

 
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 my heart softly floated away; into forgetfulness. The tips of my fingers bled blue, as my body, weighed down, settled on the sandy earth. I quietly slipped beneath the watery sheets hoping to sleep that day away, every day…

Little stars peek through curtains dark. Their sparkle breaks through the watery surface, carving a break in the waves; calling to me. A force majestic, filled and overflowing, overthrows the swells, lifting me to the surface, though I barely noticed its touch. As the air fills my lungs once more, a warm gentle breeze caresses me, lovingly. The sun is still there.

forgetful world sleeps
merciless waves rise and fall –
sun ever present

 

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Written for Haibun Thinking.

 
 

At First Breath

 

ants playfully work
tree branches lie still
short nights awaking

lively leaps and bounds of joy
fawns nuzzling ‘gainst the sunshine

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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 the change in weather brings a change in me, and conversly, a change in me often brings a change in weather!

Night-Traveller

 

open tomb the sea
a fading star walks the night –
justifying the path

as is the darkness, so the light
formed in secret, set alight

 

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Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: Drop your haiku somewhere! This week we were asked to write a haiku/tanka and leave it in a random place for someone to find. I left mine in someone’s kitchen, but it’s pretty high up and I’m wondering whether anyone will ever find it. Knowing my luck it will probably fall to the ground, get swept up and thrown into the bin! 

The poem itself was inspired by one of my favourite psalms.  When reading it my thoughts turned to the star which travels through the darkness of life, whose light has faded.  Looking down on the world, which is like a raging sea – an  open tomb – it tries to justify the path that it has taken, simply by staying on it.  Determined not to give up, it hopes in the light whose strength is just as strong (if not stronger) than the darkness.  Though it was formed in secret, before our time when we were unaware, it will be set a light for all to see.

 
 

Living Tapestry

 

 

rain drops stir from sleep

colours divers weave and sing –

making room for all

 

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Written for Heeding Haiku with Ha – A Haiku Moment. The prompt is to listen to the music, feel what it has to say to you and then write a haiku. Listening to this piece I could hear the distinct sound of both instruments and yet they came together beautifully and seamlessly. The harp reminded me of raindrops falling on dusty, lonely ground. In the eye of my mind, the voice of the violin was like streams of bright colours weaving through the air and the trees. The idea captured In the haiku is that although we are all unique, we have the potential to come together as a seamless whole, in a place where everyone belongs, both great and small. In doing so, we arise from our bed of idleness and despondency, because we realise that we are in fact not alone.

 
 
 

Unclaimed

 

In a quiet suburban street lies a small block of land; modest, somewhat unkempt. People pass it by, day-by-day, yet it remains unnoticed by most.  Fine yellow-green stems, waist-high, stand somewhere between life and death. As the breeze channels through it’s brittle stalks, gentle whispers fill the field. Anyone who walks it’s breadth feels at peace, whilst those who dare to venture into its depths know they are safe to just be. “Closed little lot of crumpled earth! But who would hazard a walk on a hidden land unswept? To level you down and raise up stories, to tear out all of your morning glories?  Or perhaps to bury within your soil rich, seeds to yield; wealth to make the heart grow yonder?

field plain and simple
odd markings unrecognised –
potentially claimed

 

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Written for Prompt #76 “Self-Portrait”. The challenge is to write about yourself through the eyes of someone else. I found this was an impossible task as I don’t know how people really see me. However, I was saved by a friend who informed me that there are old Greek grannies going around telling handsome young men that they should consider taking me as their wife because apparently I have inherited properties from my predecessors! (Hehe, why hadn’t I thought of it sooner? Emoji ) Thus the metaphor…

The Colour of Adversity

 

 

juicy sap bleeds, cries
manipulation maims, yet
violence slays death –

hollow walls’ seduction falls
away ‘fore the face of life

 

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Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: Random Words. The challenge is to write a haiku/tanka using three random words. Many thanks to my three friends who provided me with a word each: juicy, seduction and manipulation. The picture was taken in Crete, I was amazed to find this olive tree growing within a small room of a dilapidated monastery.