Thursday, January 31, 2013

3 o’clock

3 o'clock
empty cafe
just me staring at a guy
staring into space

his thoughts crackle
into the summer air
debts mounting
coffee going cold
no cash for a bun

while pastries shine
behind the glass

I think of Jean Valjean
and his stolen loaf

and hope floats in
on a stray sunbeam

maybe just maybe
this man will meet
his Bishop


(written for the Bentlily prompt - go to a cafe and write about a person there)

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The bleating sheep

the river flows placid
clattering over the pebbles
as cicadas tone down
their fervid cadences
and quieten for the night

on a tiny patch of farm
across the road
a sheep bleats into the night
I worry about it,
is it thirsty? is it hurt?

it strikes me as odd
that I worry about a sheep
while in parts of the world
people die of hunger
and children get robbed
of their souls
bit by bit day after day
by abuse

I keel over with helplessness
by the enormity of it all

“answer me, you answer me”
I beseech an unseen God
“surely there must be a reason”

‘you tell me’ he retorts right back
“why human beings are so intent
on hurting one another.
why do they lock up the love
that is their real nature
and embrace fear, you tell me”

I keel over in defeat
silenced into submission
by the stark truth of it

“maybe your creation is flawed
maybe you wired us all wrong”
I use a rallying point

“maybe you prefer to be blind
else why would you court darkness
when you are in reality
nothing but pure beings of light”

“so how do we begin to see?”

“stop thinking and just be
realise who you are really”

I am floored by the simplicity of it

The sheep has stopped bleating
the cicadas are quiet
a resplendent full moon
admires its shimmering image
on the singing rippling water

Monday, January 28, 2013

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Dusk 2 - haiku

day’s fiery flare-up
at the prospect of leaving
sets the sky afire

night laughs indulgent
tosses a handful of dusk
wins the round hands down

but Day she awaits
on the other side of dusk
the fight continues

transient are we
but eternal meeting places
dawn and dusk be

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Dusk - haiku

birds wing in to roost
trees get smudged into greyness
I wait for a knock

the knock never comes
as shadows climb up my walls
azure fades to black

behind closed eyelids
the sun blazes brilliance
dusk a long way off


Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Death - haiku

the clock’s second hand
chops away bits of life
until none is left


the river meets death
when it merges with the sea
yet it willing flows


if death had a voice
it would be melodious
soul suddenly free


Haiku Heights / Death

Monday, January 14, 2013

Raindrops - haiku

broken string of pearls
laughing, hey! come on! catch me!
raindrops on my deck

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Neon leaf

Wednesday, January 09, 2013


Every increased possession loads us with a new weariness.

~ John Ruskin

Life is not about our physical or material possessions, it is about the Agenda of our Soul. When material possessions serve that agenda, they can be wonderful and are to be celebrated. But if they come between us and the soul, then we may very well be delayed on our holy journey.

Our journey is the path back to peace, to harmony, to deep inner joy, to love, and to God.

~ Neale Donald Walsch

Monday, January 07, 2013

Script - Haiku

Night composes scripts
tangled lines of light and dark
for Day to play out

Prancing butterfly
wings writing a love poem
the sky reads and smiles


If only I had
let my soul pencil the script
life would have been joy


Haiku Heights / Script