Monday 26 April 2010

2010-04-29 haiku


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silver bell tinkling
from thin veil of mists,
the mists opening

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invisible door
stands wide for those who believe
promises of joy

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reality
it's all an illusion
nothing is real

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tangible
unreality
possible

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the child cried
the walls dissolved
she returned

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round circle of stones
she went barefoot on hard ground
amazing feeling

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you become
what you feel and
what you see

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curiously
existence independent
of everything

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fading so swiftly
cottage by the lake
gateway between worlds




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cottage by the lake
whispering his name
the door is open

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within the painting
conspiracy of silence
forever within

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locked out of my heart
a long time ago
searching for the key

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within the painting
the secret clues were hidden
waiting to be found

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mesh of greenery
oak, ash, rowan, and ivy
a face staring out

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hidden he watches
as the earth changes
watching and waiting

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lying there
I'm hovering above
watching me

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she felt it keenly
as the nothing slipped away
returning to source

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unreachable
floating in place beyond time
untouchable

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floating in the void
closed her heavy eyes and watched
time flow in silence

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feelings
evolving
within

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unexpectedly
from the shores of hidden life
emerging a change

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ancient church now gone
site of many memories
a piece of old stone

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old unmarked gravestone
conspiracy of silence
together always

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whispering wind
rustling through the trees
dry leaves falling

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moonlight
stars and tears
falling

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radiance
she keeps her light
and her dream

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stars shining brightly
their crystal tears falling down;
piercing ice cold shards

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dawn is breaking
chased moon and stars away
everything still

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the watcher watches
no one is alone
there is no freedom

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little bit by bit
the way comes very slowly
you do not see it

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deep blue purple
magenta circle
a ring of green

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once upon a time
seeing it for the first time
the morning comes round

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not ahead
nor behind
but within

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it's imperfection
that makes perfection
personality

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you become
what you feel and
what you see

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a scrap of paper
tossed by dusty winds
ever restless heart

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a thin orange line
on the distant horizon
dawn opens her eye

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sunset sky
crimson and gold
fades to blue

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very old paintbox
of half-pan watercolours
the colours intense

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Monday 19 April 2010

2010-04-20 haiku

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misty starlight
spilling protective silver
on sleeping child


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like a little child
know the black and white
and all its patterns


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shadows
unreal world
light comes


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the child's happiness
depended on being free
to wander alone


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granddad's pocket knife
child carried it everywhere
cried when she lost it

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impermanence
or permanence
both have value


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our wishes come true
but never the way
we are expecting


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she was put in charge
of letter franking machine
letters flew in air


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the fire devoured
old abandoned house
the ghosts now homeless


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the poem
writes
itself


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the poet carries
both the world's sorrows and joys,
which could they part with?


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the quiet spirit
of the gentle woods
whispering your name


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blue skies
cold wind
bright sun


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understanding
all you cannot be
accepting it


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dancer
and dance
are one


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a moth's wings moving
outside my window
I turn my light off


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blue wedgewood pattern
willow tree and stream
a bird flying free


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I tried hard to draw
shadow of my hand, but it
kept moving away


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despite entreaties
wash machine keeps my washing
a well aimed hard kick....


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buddha smiles sweetly
pink camelia blossoms
covering buddha


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the fierce rising sun
burnished a coppery glint
tips of skyline's trees

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pearlescent orange
along horizon
casting a warm glow


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white cascading stream
dancing over moss strewn rocks
with tinkling laughter


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spider spins
skeins out of
own substance


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cat's bell tinkled
just as he's about to jump
for the blackbird


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old gnarled hawthorn tree
cradling crescent moon
rocking her to sleep


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slumber time for me
me and dog are off to bed
lots of dreams we'll have


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bird in cherry tree
saluting the east
as dawn is breaking


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as the sun rises
the blackbird in cherry tree
spreads wings and flies south


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soft roseate hues
spreading 'cross the sky
all is very still


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it's gone very cold
dark clouds obliterate sun
the air rather still


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sky is empty now
no metal birds are flying
nor are feathered ones


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white ghostly pupil
peeps through thinner veil of cloud
and then is wiped out


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sandman thrown a pile
of sand in my weary eyes
dreams are beginning


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Monday 12 April 2010

2010-04-15 haiku and haiga


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the way open
'twist past and future
linking both worlds


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down the winding lane
blackthorn's white stars either side
shimmer in the sun


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fallen sky
forget me nots
in the path

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she gazed out to sea
her black coat fanning like wings
raven flew away

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dawn throws a ribbon
across the fading night sky
announcing daybreak


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scraps of poetry
cast upon flotsam of life
come ashore again


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dandelion sun
overnight becomes
dandelion moon


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single grey heron
flying overhead
then flies back again


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velvet purpleness
deep crimson red spreading out
falling rose petals


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sitting
quite stillily
waiting


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dark dull cloudy day
my halogen uplighter
lighting the ceiling

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a hidden garden
path adorned with dandelions
escaping through cracks


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spider's web
umbrella
in the breeze


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abandoned coiled rope
child reached out to pick it up
long tongue darted out


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so much out of reach
useless ornamental stuff
just to be looked at


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many pathways
winding downwards
curved with grey walls


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garden at midnight
moonlight wakes up all statues
for only one hour


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on flat garage roof
a cat on every corner
north, south, east and west

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entrance gates unlocked
only for the midnight hour
then they close again


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over the decades
sea lanes changed by river mouth
the way now winding


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carved marble statues
carefully guarding occupants
sleeping in their tombs


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yellow celandines
their faces follow the sun
all throughout the day


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Friday 9 April 2010

2010-04-09 haiku and haiga


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old gnarled apple trees
even though the child long gone
part of her remains

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she sits on the beach
sifting through sea shells and stones
then looks out to sea

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an old walled garden
apple trees along the wires
burst into blossom


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made a flask of tea
I thought it was rather weak
forgot the tea bag

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birds agitated
flying hither and thither
none of them settle

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buzzards in thermals
above the steelworks
whole family glide

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searched for the flower
every room had one she said
she couldn't find it


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fallen night
silently lies
wistfully


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stepped into the room
she went to step out again
the door had vanished


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watcher in the book
gazed outwards as page was turned
locked eyes with reader

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reflections
the watcher
being watched

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the story retold
altered from original
a fabrication


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spider in bath
sits by the plughole
and doesn't move


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running
through the forest
flashlights


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writing changed to sticks
short dark sticks shrinking shorter
receeding from page


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Wednesday 7 April 2010

2010-04-07 haiku and haiga


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the day brightening

sweeping away dark shadows
spontaneously

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many shades of grey
black and white intermingled
dull red flower blooms

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fishing net on stick
a jam jar and string
tiny minnows caught

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fragmented ripples
broken up on green water
gold soft yellowed moss

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unhappiness is
winter, preparing for life
giving birth to spring

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solar fairy lights
twinkled brightly all the night
lighting up my dreams.

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golden summer wheat

a sea of yellow
rippled in the breeze

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I well overslept
cats gave up, caught own breakfast
rabbit on menu!

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the child threw the stones
skimming the water's surface
a sea of ripples

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she watched and waited
and then she saw the ripples
on sea's calm surface...

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buzzard flies over
cats flee, dog's ears twitch fearful
regal noble bird

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ghosts in the attic
hiding and waiting
whispers of past lives


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slowly walked along
hard ripple marks on the sand
and she remembered...

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dog twitched all the night
then she heaved a great big sigh
what was she dreaming?

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breeze rippled her cloak
as she stood by water's edge
on the hard wet sand

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she searched everywhere
discovered missing letter
down spine of the book...

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searched for a long time
discovered her hidden grave
put red roses there

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looked up, discovered
ravens flew over three times
battle now commenced

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walking on sea shore
discovered mists swirling round
she had lost her way

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she danced gaily
round and round she went
on music box

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lichen encrusted
ancient dark hawthorn
path little travelled

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floating
sea of consciousness
fractals

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jumble of life
odds and ends of fragments
left unfinished

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promises you made
promises broken
I don't understand

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flashing through the night

orange pixellated eye
comes out of darkness

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Monday 5 April 2010

2010-04-05 haiku and haiga

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fragile blue moonlight
delicately she outlines
gifts you made to me


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floating in water
the sea inside and outside
ebbing and flowing


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a girl at window
she holds something in her hands
a stranger walks past


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child beachcomber
collects cork, shells, driftwood
she makes sculptures

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with chimes of laughter
the air aswarm with fairies
dancing in sunbeams


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in early morning
soft mists embracing the hills
keeping sun sleeping


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drifting in with waves
the sea shells she remembered
from so long ago


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watching sea creatures
drifting past for a long while
in her hand sea shells


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longed to return home
shell necklace kept memory
from drifting away

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with length'ning shadows
the shimmering ghost of night
folds arms round the world

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raven flew away
forked branch of the tree
reaches for the moon

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winter's bare bleakness
gives way to buds on all trees
waiting for blossoms

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never satisfied

it's never enough
the ego wants more

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those scented flowers
remind me of you
purple wallflowers

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sticky fine dew-dropped
net reaching across dark sky
holding life's essence


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Iridescent eye
flaring orange; white pupil
gazes from above

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