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).

Tanaga

 

Vincent Van Gogh. Red Vineyard at Arles, 1888. 3D Adaption: Tumblr
Vincent Van Gogh. Red Vineyard at Arles, 1888. 3D Adaption: Tumblr

 

Simplicity ravages

malice of the savages.

Blood, sweat and tears, soothing balm

of souls yet to reach the calm.

 

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Written for B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Tanaga.

 
When I first saw this image two thoughts came to mind – fire and simplicity. My Tanaga reflects my personal experience of simplicity in my life as well as in the life of others. This experience has shown me that although simplicity may initially appear to be laborious and stale (indeed, often it is!) – those who have acquired genuine simplicity have a depth of humility, which serves not to debase themselves but rather to lift up the other. These people are a source of inspiration for me as they serve as a wellspring of love, patience and hope to those around them who have yet to be released from the complexities of this life.
 

Interestingly, I found an analysis of this painting by Van Gogh which highlights both the simplicity and complexity of the painting.

 
 

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. 

Mid-Sentence

 

Image Credit: Zvaella

 

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?”

 

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 For Photo Challenge #61: Red.  When I first saw this photo it reminded me of the scene of the little girl in the red dress from ‘Schindler’s List’.  This made me think of the painful history of my own people, particularly the destruction of Smyrna and the Pontian Genocide.  My thoughts end with the indigenous people of my land, Australia, who are still struggling… 

I couldn’t find an ending for the poem.  I’m not happy with the way it ends, as if it is in mid-sentence; but in a way that’s exactly where we are.

 
 

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.