Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Zen for today

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Useless - haiku

a quirky question -
could it be of any use?
writing poetry


regret, guilt, useless
both purveyors of darkness
plunderers of life


cold and lifeless
shorn of beauty, shorn of fame
just a useless shell


is not so useless
the maggots think, fattening
turning death to life


for Haiku Heights prompt - Useless

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Sharp - haiku

sharp is the night that
births the day in which babies
are killed in the womb


instead of pencils
children sharpen shooting skills
somewhere a womb aches


the phone had rung sharp
as though it had been wounded
by the news it brought


for Haiku Heights prompt - Sharp

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Photo of the day - New shining baby toms

Baby tomatoes sparkling in the summer sunshine ....

Monday, January 20, 2014

Photo of the day - Beans at sunset

A bean stalk against the sunset sky (best viewed large)

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Grimace - haiku

one more factory
the earth grimaces under
its grimness and greed


walk in the forest
city heart sheds its grimace
sparkling joy remains


eight plus nine times ten
math-is-such-a-bore grimace
the boy yearns for play


Haiku Heights prompt - Grimace

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

Rescued by a pineapple

The voices of things-to-do

swarm like hornets inside
my head. A swirling eddy
trying to pull me in like
yelping, pesky puppies
piping ‘me-me-me-first'.

Outside the window, light

slides off the surfaces of
leaves like giddy, satiated
lovers. The trees nod in
farewell. As the tui sings
sonorous sonnets to spring.

So, I cut up a pineapple.

From Thailand. In pique.
Tropical sun escapes from
prickly skin in yellow-hued
fragrance pressing warm
against my fingers. As the
knife cuts through the fruit
cells burst in choruses of
lusciousness that trickle
and flow. Sparkly light
turning to golden honey.

Out comes the crystal plate

meant for festive occasions.
I place the discs of the sun
each glowing soft-haloed.

And bite into golden dawns

damp with the smell of
rich earth. The humid air
redolent with the sound
of bees. My brain flooding
with a million impulses of joy.
There is nothing else to do
but celebrate the now.


Monday, January 06, 2014

Clap - haiku

concert in the sky
lightning-struck with wonder
thunderous applause


clothes flapping on line
applaud monarch butterflies’
summer mating dance


Haiku Heights prompt - Clap

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Wednesday, January 01, 2014

New Year station

It seems to me
on this train ride called life
every New Year arrives
steaming and station-like

I first feel it from a distance
rushing towards me
gleaming with untold promise
my skin prickly with anticipation

my heart weighed down
by a strangely unexpected sorrow
realising suddenly that
the moments had slipped past me
unnoticed, like the landscape
had rushed past in a blur
that could hardly be called life

and then, it is here
this station so optimistically
and bravely called New Year
with its brightly lit pause
of cacophony and celebration
its perilous air of adventure
its heady attraction of journey

in its steamy air of forgetfulness
I quickly disembark regrets
embrace in welcome
oncoming hopes and remap
my course for a destination
that resolutely stays unknown

as I chug off into landscapes
unexplored, my compass uncertain
I wonder about storms
now sleeping in the mist
and dreams that taste of tomorrow
and if the next New Year
will find a new, improved me
or find me at all.