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).

I Was Made

 

Image Credit: Pr. Stavroula Zoumboulis
Image Credit: Pr. Stavroula Zoumboulis

 

– For my Nona

I remain seemingly alone, unassuming, on a fringe lush and tender. Day-by-day cars whizz me by; as strangers we remain. The world of smiles and laughter, youthful chatter, bouncing life – like Eagles flying, unstoppable, dynamic – and life passes me by. Children take hold of my branches bare, lifting themselves to greater heights. Older folk, picking the wildest of greens, lean on my trunk taking yet one more breath. Those in between, by my side rest, in the shade of my leaves, seeking respite from the tyranny of dreams. And I dream to be like them, to walk and run and fly.

dare I take a step?
roots hold me fast to the earth –
for I was made a tree

 
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Sometimes we are disabled, whether it by by illness, unfulfilled dreams or factors beyond our control. It is hard to watch while the rest of the world gets on with it seemingly happy, successful and fulfilled. Yet even then we have something to offer. The fruit of such suffering, like the humble earth, holds and nurtures all that settles on it often giving birth to new life where there was none.

The photo was taken by a dear friend of mine outside the village of Sellas in the Peloponnese (Greece), many thanks for the inspiration 🙂

 

 

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.

 
 

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.

 

It Takes But One

The iron watched over them;
it always did

Its cold hard face turned away
feigning disinterest
whilst the crooked wood
stretched out its arms
beseeching

Nearby
tiny flowers delicate
fought against the weeds
which would slowly
strangle them
to death

As they all resigned quietly
one flower turned
and faced the crooked wood
throwing it a smile…

’twas then
it came
to life

Belonging

 

no strings attached
yet sought for incessantly –
home is everywhere

 

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 Written for Heeding Haiku with HA: Write/Right Now! The challenge was to write a Haiku/Tanka commemorating the few moments of these days of your life. If you’d like to participate, just follow the link 🙂