Haiku (Grey)

grey skies hath their charms

in the fragrant shade we stood

five degrees cooler

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Senryu (Broken)

some things get broken

in caring hands they are fixed –

or they mend crooked

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I photographed this stencil in Dunedin, New Zealand – it was pasted to the back of a bus stop.

One Quiet Night

On a night when even trees don’t whisper

I held your hand and felt her presence rise.

Yon horizons light began to shimmer

Lunar beauty filled our unblinking eyes

With Moreton Island dark beneath her light

She reached across the bay a golden thread

Seldom we see a more inspiring sight

As lunar’s golden beam shone where we tread.

I kissed your lips beneath heavens glory

And promised that we’ll stand together so

As super-moons light our path and story

And even in the dark we don’t yet know

Let’s write our names upon this golden sand

And watch them fall into her golden hand.

Anger

When I look into it

I see it for what it is - 

And I know its part of me

and it definitely part of you.




It’s said that the colour is red

To me it’s brown - 

Not like the bark of a beautiful tree

More like the colour of shit.




I see it in my eyes

I hear it in my voice

I feel it in my heart

and the soles of my feet.




I burn -

all over.

I clench -

everything.




Why do I get this way?

How much does it take away,

From us…

No damn it, from me!





I could just shut up

I could simply turn away

I could agree...

I’d lose me.




I’d probably lose you

If I quit right now

Unresolved is infertile

How could love grow?




I burn - 

all over

for

you.

Alone (Senryu)

Spring’s hope came again.

All she left me, is alone…

Need to get out more

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Inspired by the line from Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s poem – ‘Locksley Hall’. It goes: “in the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love”.

Please leave…

The thought has often occurred in my mind –

Why not just chop the tree down this time

Leave no branch to show me a leaf

And desist with the flowers

Beauty is beyond me

I’ll no longer grasp

At the last twig

Or your hand

You’ve gone –

Bye! …

what’s this…

you’re still here

whatever for

there is no shelter

these branches have no strength

starved of sunlight and respect

they have lost their ability

no longer can they protect you

This new autumn will be terminal

I’ll mulch the leaves and hope for new life soon.

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a double Etheree.