No sound, no movement
the bullfrog obliges lens –
I am conqueror,
superior – then espy
miniscule me in his eye.
(A tanka for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: sound/ motion. Â Image from personal collection. Â I am pondering the unanswerable this week, and I think this poem fits – conjures questions about where we all fit within this universe.)
One rose
dripping red, like blood from thorns –
a warning? a promise?
even roses die –
love, too?
(Written for Dark Side of the Moon’s Reverse Cinquain.)
(Image: Â A Rose to Ignite Passion is available on our shop at Society6.)
Even as we let go
of that which no longer serves
our hearts grow wings.
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Unheralded,
an apparition
in white –
wings enveloping,
uplifting
soul cries,
voiceless,
powerless –
no pause
on perfection
she follows coastlines
while I travel roads,
fades from view
her shadow lingers,
wraps me in melancholy
one minute of rapture –
enough to make me mourn.
(Inspired by the sudden appearance of an egret while shooting this image. Â Submitted for Manic Mondays 3 Way Prompt: Â roads, and Reena’s Exploration challenge: Â one minute.)
Even weeds reach for the sky,
as if heaven holds a secret,
as if liberation lies in the stars
and the day’s passage into night
is a promise – I reach for the sky
with my prayers, with my wishes,
am no more enlightened than a weed.
Man, possessed of mind,
logic driving ambition –
magic overlooked.
(For Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku challenge: Â man & magic)
Black and white flashes
disrupt the tangle of grey –
heart-soaring sweetness.
Eyes shut, she speaks to me,
limbs shivering in the cold,
rustles a forgotten melody.
Like a sapling, soul responds,
trembles with anticipation,
reaches for ancient blessing.
Do come near,
sit under morning star
Your word has power,
as if a mutual mind
I light emotion –
a soft-eyed me –
and honour evening gift
fill her world
like felt on life.
(More magnetic poetry. Â Join in. Â I’d love to see your creations.)
One Woman's Quest 