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Wednesday, March 22, 2017

The dance


I wake up to dancing dappled sunlight.

The sky has forgotten
last night's thunderstorm.
But not the mother bird
whose nest has fallen.

Yet seeds will sprout at that spot
among the knitted twigs
and broken egg shells.

Life moves from form to form.

I only need to sit back and
watch the play of illusions.

Like the playful sunbeams
dancing gaily on my face.

~~~ ~~~

Friday, January 20, 2017

The Rainstorm


The wind howled through the night flinging raindrops against windowpanes and bending trees. The rain came and went like noisy guests partying on the rooftop. Needless to say, I didn't sleep. I lay there listening to the music of the heavens and conjuring up haiku. 😀


THE RAINSTORM

Thousands of berserk
horses leaping through the night.
I, drenched in rapture.

Seams of bulging clouds
Crackling bursting through the night.
I, cross stitched with joy.

A wet wind howls a
Sad litany through the night.
I, mute with delight.

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Today, the sun is out and my front yard is looking freshly washed and happily smiling :D



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Monday, December 12, 2016

Walk in the rain - haiga



(photo taken at Gungahlin Pond, Canberra)

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Walls


"I used to try to punch my way through people’s walls. I didn’t understand that they were there for a reason and often essential to their survival. I did the same with my own walls. Neither got me anywhere. The walls just got tougher, denser, more resilient. Now I have a different approach. I pray to walls. I honor their wisdom. I stroke them with kindness. I melt them with gentleness. And, if they still insist on standing firm, I leave them be. Walls have a time frame all their own." 

Jeff Brown

Friday, July 01, 2016

The alchemist


Alchemist - haiku

grass growing on Earth's 
brow. green on brown. the sun must 
be an alchemist

~~~

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Day


Day - tanka

The sun slides across
the skin of the day in a
hot, searing caress.

What can I do but sigh in
voluptuous contentment?

~~~


Tuesday, April 26, 2016

NaPoWriMo 26 - Kennings

For day 26, some kennings. Bjorn at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads presented the concept of Kennings. Or compound noun combinations.

My impromptu attempt :)

~~~

A leaf-fall. A leaf
falls on to the forest floor.
Beyond that, silence.

~~~

A heart-knock. Someone
knocks on my heart boarded up.
Beyond that, silence.

~~~

A tune-lilt. Lilting
tunes slowly take me apart.
Beyond that, silence.

~~~

A death-wish. Dying
to the past my only wish.
Beyond that, silence.

~~~

Monday, April 25, 2016

NaPoWriMo 25 - Question


For NaPoWriMo day 25, a question

Silence - haiku

Silence always taunts
me with this one question,
what are you doing here?

~~~

Sunday, April 24, 2016

NaPoWriMo 24 - Caves

For NaPoWriMo day 24, a confession -

CAVES  - haiku

I found there are caves
in my heart I didn't know about.
There be demons.

~~~

Saturday, April 23, 2016

NaPoWriMo 23 - Autumn

For day 23, a haibun.

AUTUMN

As I enjoy the colours of autumn, it also reminds me to let go of old paradigms, worn and tattered beliefs, past-its-expiry-date relationships, outdated concepts that no longer serve. Yes, it's hard. For don't we all love the old and comfy, whether it be things or thoughts. The security blanket of the tried and tested.

Autumn sings hymns of
dissolution. Quiet death.
Spring smiling sleeps.

So, just like trees need to let go of the old and dying, lay bare their branches and go through a period of rest and slumber, for new buds to spring forth and life to begin anew, we need to empty ourselves of the old and outworn, so that life can replenish us with the fresh and the new.

~~~

Friday, April 22, 2016

NaPoWriMo 22 - Homecoming


For NaPoWriMo 22, a poem celebrating Earth Day.

Homecoming - tanka

It is always  pure
pleasure. Walking on grass, leaves, 
the bare-bodied earth.

As though my body-soul knows 

it has come home to Mother.

~~~

Monday, April 11, 2016

NaPoWriMo 11 - You

 For day 11, love talk.

The moon it seemed had
lit up the wings of the wind
pale ebullience

but my soul knows it is You.
Everywhere I go it's You.

***

NaPoWriMo 10 - Escape

For day 10, some moontalk.

The sickle moon hung
there like a fallen question.
How do I escape

the safety of gravity
for the nothingness of space?

***

Sunday, April 10, 2016

NaPoWriMo 9 - A fragment of a dream


For day 9, a sweet, sad poem on a dream I saw the other day -


A terse dream this was,
broken, anguished, blurred,
of which a fragment remains
in my memory, embedded.

A wayward bullet strikes
at lightning speed your chest,
passing through it spears,
calmly, through my breast.

Locked in a gaze we stand,
as love flows out the wounds.
Caught tight in death’s hand
as the dream softly fades.

On waking, for long I ponder;
did our souls our bodies flee
at the same moment, together?
Did they merge to become free?

Did pain set our insides afire?
Is sorrow the bullet that incinerates,
torching our ignorance, our desire,
and into freedom thus liberates?

~~~

Saturday, April 09, 2016

NaPoWriMo 8 - My second skin


MY SECOND SKIN

My house bathed in moonlight, rests,
silent and welcoming,
and I breathe love into its spaces.

It seems a reflection of me,
the way the furniture is arranged,
the chairs facing each other.

Do they talk among themselves, I wonder,
in the stillness of the night,
picking up bits of broken-off conversation?

Does the warm air twirling up the stairs,
or the slippers, discarded, under the bed,
remind it of us, when we are away.

Do the walls rejoice with the tinkle of laughter,
does the carpet hoard shards
of my shattered dreams.

Does it feel protective, caring,
shielding us from wind and rain,
silent witness to silent pain.

Content, replete, joyous,
I settle into its calm stillness,
and it wraps itself around me.

~~~

Friday, April 08, 2016

NaPoWriMo 7 - My Lord calls to me


For Day 7, a hymn -

My Lord calls to me
in the early morning light
‘kuhu-kuhu’ she sings
in joyous dulcet tones.

My Lord enfolds me
in the early morning mist,
ethereal and uplifting
like mother’s love.

My Lord sings to me
from the violin’s bow,
gliding on the strings
in heartrending melody.

My Lord looks at me
from beggar-child eyes
in desperate hope,
for alms, for love.

My Lord comes to me
in hands that help,
voices that comfort,
and hearts that hug.

My Lord whispers to me
amid the clamour of worship,
“Be still. Just be. ”
“I am in the silence”.

~~~

Wednesday, April 06, 2016

NaPoWriMo 6 - Number games


For day 6, a pensive poem.

A NUMBER GAME - haiku

age, birthdays, death days
number games the world plays, ending
in nothingness

~~~

Nothing like one's birthday to ponder over the ephemeral nature of life.

NaPoWroMo 5 - Silence


On Day 5, I was silent, so had to write a poem on Silence.


The sound
of a heart breaking
is always silence.

Broken dreams
walk about with
footfalls of silence.

And yet,silence
also holds within its folds
pearls of hope.

Like shards of moonlight,
breaking through clouds
on the darkest night.

~~~

Monday, April 04, 2016

NoPoWriMo 4 - My heart is a shrine


For day 4, a love poem.

My heart is a shrine, it seems,
loves come and go like pilgrims.

Some come seeking solace,
some to unlock the joy in their hearts.

And yet others come with footsteps heavy with sorrow,
and I wait for them to undam their pain.

Until release comes in torrent upon stormy torrent,
all pain washed clean by blessed tears.

And yet what can I give,
but the God that is within me?

This lamp of love you have lit with your hands, Oh Lord,
and sheltered it from innumerable storms.

My song of praise is my only offering,
and my heart lifted up in gratitude.

~~~

Sunday, April 03, 2016

NaPoWriMo 3 - Rapture


A haiga for day 3.


Saturday, April 02, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2 - Treeless

For day 2 of NaPoWriMo I tried my hand at a tautogram.

TREELESS (tautogram)

Today,
the tree talked
through
truncated torso,
torn twigs,

telling traumatised tales too
terrifyingly true.

Terrible
treeless
terrorscapes.

~~~



Friday, April 01, 2016

NaPoWriMo 1 - Light


April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). The intention is to write a poem a day for the whole month

I begin with a haiga.


Sunday, March 27, 2016

Easter Sunday

EASTER SUNDAY - haiku

(From the perspective of countless hens, sheep, cows, pigs and other animals that got slaughtered to celebrate the Prophet of Love's rising ....

Yo! Jesus dude
now that you have arisen
show us the trick too


***

Tuesday, March 01, 2016

Sunset - haiga



Sunday, February 14, 2016

To my Valentine


Friday, February 12, 2016

Clearing


CLEARING

by Martha Postlewaite

Do not try to save
the whole world
or do anything grandiose.
Instead, create
a clearing
in the dense forest
of your life
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
and you recognize and greet it.
Only then will you know
how to give yourself
to this world
so worth of rescue.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Just what I needed to hear .....

~~~

Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Puppy eyes

Puppy eyes - haiga


Monday, February 08, 2016

Unperturbed


Sunday, February 07, 2016

Sensuous Sundays - Leaves



Leaves - haiga


Monday, February 01, 2016

Dear Joy


Saturday, January 30, 2016

Dear Pain


Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Dear God