Different but One

We are uniquely different.

When it comes to opinions,

Love Birds

Tanka Poem

Love birds on the wall,

Their Beaks rubbing, legs dancing.

Eggs, incubating.

No Coincidence

We went to North Carolina right after Hurricane Katrina.

Hurricane Rita was lingering, but seemed to be leaving.

The hotel we booked was flooded and closed.

“Go inland seven miles to find another room to book.”

We drove by fallen trees, flooded streets and all the windows that broke.

Gently, not Fierce

He is knocking, gently, not fierce.

He is waiting for the invitation.

Communication

I tried to convey to you a message,

You seemed to listen, mind far away,

You responded to me, but it’s your assumption.

No, that’s not what I wanted to say.

Beaten

A tree was beaten, but not dead.

Branches were twisted, leaves flopped.

Miles Apart

Photo – Port Douglas, Australia

Haiku

My heart to your heart,

Garnished Millennial’s

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Pure tones of beige mix with red’s…

a shaker spray of pepper descends.

Gallant is thee – haiku

Oh, gallant warrior

of the sea…

Atlantic Surge

Outside our porthole
down on deck one
the waves surge against us
and it’s brilliant fun
Because sometimes the sky
we can see as we oughta
whilst the very next moment
we’re all underwater!

Magic Whispers

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Daffodils In My Garden – Cinquain

 

Golden

stars descended

from the sky; twinkling on

they bring a spark of heaven down

to earth

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Today is the first day of spring in Australia. Happy Spring to all the inhabitants of the Southern Hemisphere!❤

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Copyright © 1 September 2016 Irina Dimitric

Hymns of Remembrance

 

 

 

Seedling’s grow as sprouts in the wind…

pushing through the ground and then…

An Iris – haiku

Purple lids.

Feline Appetite

Turns out our new kitten

we’ve had for only a week…

Breath

 






Our capacity to breathe is not a right, it’s a gift.

When lungs are attacked by disease,

Some may say, “Why me?” but “Why not?”

The clean air is a gracious creation for us.

Unanswered Questions

Eyes wielding lies.

Dark passages, strife.

Kafka on Wheels

Cormac McCarthy

Small disclaimer: I don’t feel bitter about my late mother, not like McCarthy down below there. I had nothing to regret, or at least nothing worth remembering.

But we’re always told how glorious it would be to meet all those who’ve ‘gone on before.’

Or we’re told often enough….

Well, no. Hold up there for a second, mythical platitudes person.

From the Font

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Oh how the Hours of Silence

Bend and Blend with the

Liquescent Lullaby of

Tenderest Harmony

Summer’s Awakening

Like lightened breeze and palm born trees;

hush, I see the river bend.

Solitude

Sometimes alone is where all your answers lie;
Sometimes in the wilderness of your thoughts, you’re no longer shy;
Sometimes deep in the silence of solitude, there you find your soul;
Sometimes in the midst of your own space, you get to realise your whole.

photo from pexels.com

Loving You

RsOeCaK ~ Their love story

Since time immemorial,
Rock sees Sea,
Silently, longingly,
Sea rocks Rock,
Violently, lovingly.

Countless embracements,
Each lasting just a tick,
Each separation
Painful as a prick.

Tribute to Mohammad Ali, Haiku

The king is dead

greatest sportsman that ever lived

R.I.P. Mohammad Ali.

Fireflies

Lost in the melancholy of inevitable goodbyes,

each breath was an effort, burning bridges

with shades of fire that lit a backdrop of

regret and second guesses

Geranium

Delicate yet hardy
Geraniums appear
Each year out in our garden
with pinks to bring us cheer

Eyes

A fox
    head high, lips of a cave
    etched a rock
    strokes loud, killer teeth
‘This cave, dark as coal’

You

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Before “it”,
You were in your world,
And were fine,
At least because, you were in it.
Till “it” ,
I was in mine and fine in it.

There has been,
No thought about you,
No contact,
Since our last meet,
And, we met only a few times,
Before that meet.