Musings (construction, reconstruction and perception)

Does the sun rise for me,

Or am I rushing to greet it?

Does the moon forget to touch me

As she slips below the horizon,

Or have I simply failed to watch anymore?

Does a friend slight me,

Or do I fail to understand his pain?

Does a relationship turn sour,

Or was there nothing there to begin with?

Does the old soldier sip quietly on a rum

Because he needs the drink,

Or does he salute dead mates?

Is life a construction site,

or a constant reconstruction site?

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I’m not sure…

Hidden (Limerick)

 

She seemed to have a heart of gold

When I touched it, I found it cold

I tried to warm it with my soul –

For it shone bright in warm daylight

Then gleamed of evil ev’ry night.

Renew

I cut off my hair –

No power did I divest.

No fear walking the tiger’s lair.

 

Not a head was turned,

As I wander through the rest.

No power the fiend – renounced.

 

My heart had been tempered –

Still it hammers in my chest,

The loss freshly remembered.

 

One hand reached out

Reviving only the best.

My heart began to shout –

 

All doubt washed aside,

My mind held no great contest –

True friends will always abide.

Haiku (change)

summer zephyr shifts
bamboo, rice paper and dreams
held back by a thread

Haiku (Grey)

grey skies hath their charms

in the fragrant shade we stood

five degrees cooler

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.

Tenuous (Haiku)

riparian life

casuarina’s fragile hold

the stork and the styx

Many streams and rivers in Australia only flow during the wet season – in between seasons the casuarina seeds washed down in the last flood take root and grow.  The lucky ones survive next years flood.  The river gives life and just as easily takes it away.