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

Poems

Remembering Footsteps

The grass soft and prickly, running along train tracks. Soaring on two wheels, falling through the cracks. Sunlight peaks through leaves, piercing outer shells. Delightful squeals of laughter, spontaneous tales of old. Muted dusk the day after, quiet soles fall on the porch. Snuggle into bed, tucked tight;sweet dreams my child, sleep well, goodnight. cries the… Continue reading Remembering Footsteps

Poems

The Colour of Adversity

    juicy sap bleeds, cries manipulation maims, yet violence slays death - hollow walls’ seduction falls away ‘fore the face of life   ********************************************************************************** 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… Continue reading The Colour of Adversity

Poems

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… Continue reading Uncut