Heat (haiku)

Sunshine glows golden
The summer of August shines
and heat continues

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Bubbles has no mercy
The lion has a bite

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Pulled in by her eyes

Haiku: 2018-08-16

boats buttered, tender
satin deck to float the smile
words, on tongue’s oars

Image: 500px.com

Beauty to find

Poets gather words
to harmoniously craft
and beauty to find

They say your in a better place

Submitted by Sasha Deppen
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They say your in a better place
But what the hell do they know
They say your always with me
As I shake my head real slow
There is no better place for you,

August Request

Please consider picking up a copy of “Snowflakes & Ashes…” at Amazon or Barnes & Noble online. The links are below. It’s not a beach book, I’m afraid. But that’s not all bad this time of year.

But don’t take my word for it. From one of the reviews.

Learning Patience

Light shines through darkness

A beam of hope revealed like

smoke on the water


Embers

Around the fireside, family
A summer evening spent
sharing food and drinking beer
and general merriment

The embers glow with flicker bright
A focal point to share
This was contentment, rarified
for everybody there

Secret

When the sands
of our deeper selves
shift, slide, scald
at 3 a.m.,
when buried grief
slithers out again,
the night holds its
breath a moment,
exhales and the Eastern
sky brightens.
Safe again, we wake.

Simply Because

And again I found my way back to the beach
the sun enticing me there
Peeled back the wearisome stab of mundane
to a world without worry or care

The sound of the sea in a brisk August breeze
caressed and soothed as it does
Bringing me back to the place I belong
here in Sussex and simply because…

Secrets

Kept secrets linger —
caught somewhere in
a spiritual realm where
quiet rain falls from dusty skies
and the thin veil of faith shudders

Earth, neither Hell nor Heaven

First published in my blog, http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com, on August 5, 2018.

Neither afraid of hell,
Nor enamored of heaven,
I am that fallen angel

Haiku : 2018-08-13

tigers ate my night
my breath, a old pemdulum
Moon came back, unclawed

Image: Art by Koson Ohara

Reactivation

My eyes slowly opened

Blinded but now can see

My ears still slightly damaged

Deafened but now can hear

Blue II

Night of blue
Stars align with moon
Bright sky
Clarity subsumes
All within its grasp

Dancing with Shadows

Any attempt to pin down
this exact moment, that exact image
exactly what I feel and need to say

Music III

Music as comforter
enters my soul
Enlightens my mind
making me whole

Haiku: 2018-08-11

symphonic voices
they fell before my ears came
after my eyes left

image: etsy.com

Dandelion II

Awakened by sun
petals stretched out
Full bloom
I exude yellow
and smile

Half past three

When work is over for the day
and sun’s still shining bright
A part of me looks forward to
the beach, soon in my sight
The breeze that blows in from the sea
though warm will cool me down
Contentment overwhelms me
and joy replaces frown

Haiku: 2018-08-09

two pigeons, blue gray
had one mother, blue gray earth
blue gray now, all red

image: pinterest.com

Beach

There’s a lady with a cup of tea
who comes from time to time
Sits on the shingle for a while
when the weather’s fine
And sometimes when the wind is strong
colour fills the sky
as kites takes to the sea and surf
and pass me swiftly by

Haiku: 2018-08-08

colors on feathers
breathe not air of their fingers
land wings off his palm

image:pin.it/rqaaj7xk32cmme

Synergy

Found I shared a synergy
earlier today
with a kindred spirit
many miles away
A passion shared in music
awakened by a song
heard across the airwaves
to which we sang along

Parallaxed

 

Memories are slim chance shadows
That glide between the light and darkness

Imagination is a fat cat
Waiting to swell our indifferences

Log Cabin Ruminations

In this place of peace
sunlight is dispersed through
the canopy of ancient trees
A kaleidoscope of color
explodes on the forest floor
with beads of amethyst and gold

a diamond shining bright

Submitted by patricia picciocchi
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clay akin your soul
is like a diamond shining bright
the depth I can see when darkness
comes your soul shines bright