to weep and wane in afternoon the sun survives the storm the river, streaming, sings
Haiku poetry XIX
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To thine own self be true
To thine own self be true of thought (Eternity a friend) And through oneself emotively Survive time to the end The end of what – to where; one asks Does it exist at all One looks on high – what’s there but air Before one stands enthralled See not for nought – the … Continue reading To thine own self be true
Haiku poetry XVIII
the dragonfly hovered the magpie swooped the sunshine lit a spark
Haiku poetry XVII
full-sun drapes the willow moss encroaches edge of stream nature plays a tempo game
Limerick XVII
There once was an LGBTQ called Tom Who had nothing to wear to the prom It’s gotta be red I’ll wear Bonnie’s instead (Oh was he chuffed once he got her dress on)
Flash from a rose
The petal falls from a rose – The furrowed brow ages A rift from the base – He considers life’s stages The flower matures – The mind turns to what’s been The petal tumbles to ground – If only he’d seen Its colour and scent – He awakes from a dream … Continue reading Flash from a rose
In the morning
His frame is like a picture Mounted high upon the wall Surprised he looks aghast At the others they're disturbing So principled a stance Replaced by the pragmatic Conciliation to the forefront One stands languished quite perturbing Let me out let's get it done Moving forward without a warning Will … Continue reading In the morning
Goodnight
Out of the moon came a minnow misguided minutiae distinct as a creviced crustacean from the pond jumped the sunlight bristling boldly as the frog watched alone his tongue reaching for flies nature, so sweet – a droplet – she cried (an unusual kind of intel design) throughout – from the … Continue reading Goodnight
I was thinking
I was thinking of a moment when my silence it was golden and the thought of conversation was effecting my emotion I sat counting messages yet to be returned as the voices would embellish the ideas that came to mind It wasn’t til the avenue and pathway I was walking brought a certainty … Continue reading I was thinking
Unfurled
Into the world of willows weeping I wander wondering when or where I will smell the salt air exclaiming; so long to bewildering scenes of why declaring; yes, we share in the lover’s cry and under those willows we can be seen gazing and sharing and caring … Continue reading Unfurled
