Wednesday, October 31, 2012

A prayer

to roam the sky and steal the stars
on my heart to emblazon
the full sun
let the light shine out bright
through a heart broken
fill my soul with effulgence
become radiance

This is written in the 7-line stanza as devised by Paul Laurence Dunbar, who used it in his poem  Melancholia.

For the Sunday Mini Challenge at the site Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Monday, October 29, 2012

Witch - haiku

reviled stoned condemned
burnt alive at the stake, yet
wise strong powerful

hands that know magic
heart that understands mysteries
soul, ever gentle

beautiful goddess
that witch in every woman
divine feminine


Sunday, October 28, 2012

Just love

“It matters not who you love,
where you love, why you love,
when you love or how you love.
It only matters that you love.”

~John Lennon

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Haiku - Conscious

pain presses pulsates
through muscle sinew and bone
mind flickers through night

dawn comes sniveling
bruised red and torn yellow
like blooms after rain

light prises open
the carapace of shadows
sentience at last


Wednesday, October 10, 2012

The water-colour sky

Through the windscreen
the sky looks
like a water-colour
azure seeping into cerulean
grey smudging into nothing

trees silhouetted
like sky-gazing spectators

streetlights sweeping by
like light-sabred sentinels
bravely fending off the night

I struggle
to keep my eyes on the road
the spectacle above
so tantalising
so simple
so compelling

I wonder if night sprites
are contriving to carry me off
to their dusky realm

the realm of mystery
the universe of wonder
the magical world
that lies all around us
right under our eyes

if only we would look


Sunday, October 07, 2012

Home - haiku

our floating first home
close to heart-beat pumping love
our mother’s warm womb


earnest and zestful
I prepared your homecoming
but your coffin came


fragile miracle
carrying us from womb to grave
this body our home


yet freedom at last
unanchored and unfettered
my spirit wings home


Haiku Heights / # 190 / Home

Thursday, October 04, 2012

You are not your body

A mind-blowingly inspirational talk -

Watch talk here

All lit up : a photo-haiku

Wednesday, October 03, 2012

a clash of sounds

I should be doing things
cranking up my portfolio
dusting furniture


I get distracted
by the raucous crowing
of a hen
sawing at the still air


as though wanting
to keep the balance
drops dulcet droplets
of birdsong
into the gaps

the wind
plucks on leafy strings
trying out new tunes


through it all
the clock delivers
the sound
of chopped-up time
to my unwilling ears

tinny and thankless
it accumulates
in a growing heap
on my mind
and grows heavy
with guilt