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 and comfortable; so much can by no means be predicted with certainty of a new friend.”

Anthony Trollope

awkward puzzle piece

coat-stand awaits finishing –

putty in the cracks

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Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: Friendship.  My best friendships started a little clunky, but now our they have acquired the familiarity of an old coat – we fit just right.  Oh, the putty bit refers to the fact that, although it may appear to be a minor detail at times, it fills and adds to the final product. 

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.

 
 
 

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.

 

Uncut

 
‘Tis all unexpected really. Shells dig deep into my feet. Stinging blood seeps through layers of sand compact. I run along the soft wetness, arms outstretched, trying to catch the wind as the band plays in the background; drums beating, trumpets singing, feet tapping. Spiralling round and round, I hit the ground and the wet waves wilfully wrap me up.  Whisk me away, O fearful waves, to tear-filled graves, that I may swim again.

awkward textures chase
running up, down and around –
that joyful sorrow

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Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: Instinctual Thoughts and Raw Creations.  I really enjoyed writing this one.  I just wrote whatever came to mind at the time, don’t know what it means yet!