Poems

To be a Spartan…

    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…

Poems

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

Poems

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

Poems

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

Poems

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   *************************************************************************************************************   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… Continue reading Night-Traveller

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Friendship

Passing through black waves wash over tugging clinging to garments outer Yet sunny days, I see faces bright and sweet harbour bringers of joy confidantes in matters small the substance of moments - and the waves take my garments with them as I remain behind.   ********************************************************************************** Written for Photo Challenge #29 “Passing Through”.  This week… Continue reading Friendship