Bimblebox is a Nature Reserve and as such it deserves our protection, not exploitation, just like poets, musicians and artist. If you’re in Australia for these date – drop in.
So, here goes my attempt at writing using heroic couplet. I call this piece “Money Trumps Everything”; a satirical look at writing and publishing without the benefit of social and financial ‘leg-ups’.
From these ungilded hands is surely wrenched
A life forethought, by views so deep entrenched.
No torment more complete than this it seems,
To work so hard and never reach those dreams.
Beyond the control of one life’s merit;
Value placed is measured in a karat.
For indeed if all the fields were even,
Strength would stand before mere social leaning.
So still I find my time is not inclined
To measure up to piles of cash assigned.
Now, where do I pay? 😉
winter house beckons
ghost bells jangle between trees
sunrise warms my heart
Old age approaches. Death stalks his dreams. He hangs Ghost Bells in trees to ward off evil spirits. Then another sunrise, full of promise and life arrives – a new day to savour.
Translation by Google (hopefully it is close)
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “High Noon.”
shadows are shorter
peace arrives with each new step
on the middle path
Thanks for the words Dom. I hope you don’t mind a slightly political rant/senryu 🙂
Heard the news today
It said, “more heat on the way”
Prevent Water Waste!