In This Silent Moment – Sestet

 

 

In this silent moment look,
Cloy night seems to draw up close
And dark fills this sun-filled room,
A fell chill wind falls on me
And is joined with a stream of tears,
In this safe place I call home.

The Narrow Road – Haiku trilogy

this first snow-drop
pushes its head into life
spring welcome

Peace – Haiku

 

Credits: Peace

this silent night

A Ghost Story – Choka

there it walks alone
in the dusty corridors
visiting old loves

The Gift – Troiku (Christmas Poetry Challenge)

Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.

 

wrapped in red
awaiting to be opened
a message of love

Reflections on Reflections – circular poem

photo credit: Anne Worner “Don’t Fall In” CC BY 2.0

reflecting on reflections
inflections of a frame of mind

The Wooden Steed – Prose Poem – December 13, 2015

 

Maegan lost her steed as she slept under an oak tree one summer’s eve in the country of Wales.

Christmas Market – Choka

Christmas Market, Arco Italy

 

inside the wooden huts
in the square warm candles glow
lighting up bright gifts –

Haiku and Tanka – double entendre avec musique

Humoresque
fowl improvisations
on an evening walk

She’ll Call Someday – Free Verse

 

JAM – Olhares Sobre a Cidade by Teatro Escola de Pelotas CC BY 2.0

A ragamuffin – an orphan Annie
[or could she be a Raggedy Ann]

Morning Haiku and Waka – Autumn Reflections

the last days of fall
just a single yellow leaf 
in gathering fog

Pond(ering) – Butterfly Cinquain

 

a pond ..
coot a’swimmin
swift as a torpedo
(wonderin’ what he finally found)
two ducks
(quacking, awakened in surprise)
start off a’swimmin too
a dragon-fly
.. flies off

Wordeling Haiku and Waka

 

first light
reflecting on the river
naked trees

Distorted but Accepted – Blitz Poem

just so many mirrors
just images distorted

distorted but illusive
distorted and unloved

Morning Haiku and Waka – ground

Haiku

leaves on the ground
a dusty carpet of dreams
fallen

Fascination – Acrostic Challenge

Fascinated by old memories
Antiques with streaks of dust

The Old Grey Mayor – A Chained Kyoka

 

in his golden age
[as in frail senior years]
the city’s mayor
took steps to close down
the city’s discotheque

Morning Haiku and Waka

morning walk
silent is the city
– dawn breaks

each morning bleaker
carpets of leaves
skeleton trees

A Magpie – Chained reversed Hay(na)ku

painting by Rubens Peale

 

There
it sat
eating our cake …

Shadows of the Night – Chained Tanka

 

Shadows of the Night

shadows in the night
elongated – nameless
black wraiths walking
from alley to square – aware
of nothing but lamp lights

Inevitable – Inescapable (Morning Haiku and Waka)

 

in this silence
walking through a snow bound field
a frozen red rose

And As The Sun Sets – The Twenty Eight

 

and as the sun sets – boldly
conquering this wide valley
in shades of red and purple
the moment seems so holy

A Ripe Strawberry – Haibun

Walking along the blossoming fields in a spring dawn, enjoying the singing forests of the masts in the port in summer, a carpet of coloured leaves on green in autumn and the stark beauty of sleeping trees and snow, which season is my favourite?

World Terror … don’t leave the sunshine – Bop Poem

“It is a mistake to refer to Muslim terrorists. I believe no religion endorses terrorism. The essence of all major religions is compassion, forgiveness, self-discipline, brotherhood and charity. All religions have the potential to strengthen human values and to develop general harmony. But individuals twist religious beliefs for their own ends. There are people who use religion as a cover to achieve their vested interests, so it would be wrong to blame their particular religion. Religious divisions have lately become dangerous once more, and yet pluralism, under which everybody is free to practise his or her own faith, is part of the fabric of contemporary society.”  The Dalai Lama

Morning Haiku and Waka – Throat singers

from her soul
the sounds of the city beats
in healing tones

Morning Haiku and Waka – Tanka

persimmons at dawn
under the dripping fog
a single leaf falls

Two Tanka and a Photo

sinking sun
all along the lakefront
empty benches

Morning Haiku

a single tree
alone on the mountain stands
misty sunset