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.

 
 

Those Times

 

We basil and thyme
to each other wave
motions up-and-down
 
By currents tied
as the sun-shine
hugs us warm
 
Here we sit
basil and thyme
happy to be
 
Sailing…
 

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Inspired by the story Now I remember why, by Stuart M. Perkins. The times that I have enjoyed the most have been spent with friends, informally gathered, discussing the ins and outs of life and having a good laugh! Those times became the foundations of life-long friendships, though I can’t for the life of me remember what we talked about. They are and continue to be my most treasured moments. I look forward to many more simple, uneventful ‘times’ for myself and for all people everywhere.

Unnamed

 

Image Credit: Fotis Kontoglou

 

mute earth forgotten

man broken, pillaged, consumed –

await miracle

 

rain drops creative sunshine

oblige corruption to life

 

Image Credit: Fotis Kontoglou

 

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Inspired by Heeding Haiku With HA: To Consider Soil Beneath Our Feet.

 

 

Cradling Childhood

 

As whispers in the night take flight

like two kids in a cubby

we write our lives away

on discoloured beige running

 

Hail, farewell sophistication

acclaimed etiquette, sacred rite

usher in the age of childhood

unassuming knees bent incite

 

Words beyond comprehension

did we on that day soak up

unwittingly did they grasp us

as joyful innocence welled up

 

 

Beauty

 

Billows of sacred voices hanging in the air, like dew-drops sweet

Embrace in every face the spark which is its own

Altogether unique in colour, making its mark on the world.

Ubiquitous tone, overlooked for the sake of pretty silky layers –

Turning about, biding your time –

Yearn yet to be seen; time to sound!

 

Billows embrace, altogether ubiquitous, turning – Yearn.

 

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This poem was written as part of my workplace training…  Who would have thought!  The task was to write a poem about beauty, using the letters of the word beauty as the first letter of each line.