AUTUMN -Haiku

Autumn comes russet-

robed. Gold in her hair. The sound 

of departing wings.

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Autumn outside my window

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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

😀

Walk in the rain - haiga

(photo taken at Gungahlin Pond, Canberra)

The alchemist

Alchemist - haiku

grass growing on Earth's 

brow. green on brown. the sun must 

be an alchemist

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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 :)

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

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

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

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

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NaPoWriMo 25 - Question

For NaPoWriMo day 25, a question

Silence - haiku

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

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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.

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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.

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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

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

NaPoWriMo 3 - Rapture

A haiga for day 3.

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.

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


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Sunset - haiga

Sensuous Sundays - Leaves

Leaves - haiga

Absence- haiku

It rained all day and
Through the night. But I only
Heard your absence

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Sensuous Sundays - Walking on grass

Grass kisses my feet
With soft, moist, cool lips
In my heart lovesong

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Sensuous Sundays - leaf magic

Leaf magic - haiku

a wind caressed leaf

breathes out a green magic

worlds dance inside me

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Sensuous Sundays - Kiwifruit

Kiwi fruit - haiku

mini bursts of

sunshine turn into honey

did I hear a bee?

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image source - internet

What do I call you?

What do I call you? - Haibun

We were young and grieving when we met.

Pain had sat on our lips like wounded birds, afraid to fly. And shone from our eyes, like rough-cut diamonds. It must have emanated from our being, white-hot and searing, drawing us together like moths to a flame. Like little girls, we had giggled, eating candy floss, as though we could pluck joy out of the cool, night air with sticky fingers. Maybe we laughed because we wanted to cry. Maybe we realised that pain can be transmuted into joy. Our hearts cut open and the pain billowing out with our out-breaths allowing joy to flow in with our in-breaths.

That night, at the fair

Joy was sweet, light candy floss

You woke up smiling

I dare not think what I would be if you had not come into my life. It’s like imagining a rainbow with colours missing. Or music with holes in it, the heart searching, in vain, for the missing parts. Or spring without butterflies, afternoons heavy with torpor. I am grateful for the pain that brought you to me, bound us together and then set us free.

What do I call you?

for some things there are no words

just joyful silence

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Over at dVerse Poets Pub, Bjorn and Hamish have set the challenge for Haibun Monday – to write a Haibun inspired by Khalil Gibran’s words. The edict is to write only one haiku, but I am a rule-breaker, and also, the second one just prostrated itself on the page. What to do? I couldn’t kill it. Sorry, Bjorn.

What do I say about Gibran? The heart swells up with joy just thinking about his words. The lyricism, the melody, the grace, the soulfulness and of course, the simple truth in them. I am eternally grateful to the person who introduced me to Gibran.

Sensuous Sundays - Fresh sheets

Fresh sheets - haiku

lying on sheets, crisp

with sunlight, redolent of

sky and fragrant winds

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