
Tag: poetry
Story Worthy
Kindness encourages stories
from those too reluctant to share
from youth full of inspiration
from musicians just developing
even from the discouraged
unaware their tale lacks worth.
Each one a record-keeper
harbouring intricate plot lines
uniquely brewed, the telling
a revelation – find a good ear,
or a patient pen, and express.
(Image my own)
Festive Prep (senryu)
Path of Manifestation
Hunger churning,
excitement building,
heart expanding…
Breathing the thrill,
opening to possibility,
Spirit revealing…
Receiving blessings,
clarifying vision,
will engaging
Trusting process,
believing in self,
creativity soaring
Grounding in reality,
feeling the stir-
change is happening.
(Image my own)
Blending (haiku)
Lighting Call
Winter defines this stage,
this page, night descending
too early for my taste
If I catch a falling star,
can I shed the excess
layers of this confinement
Follow animal impulses
to a sunnier clime, restore
exuberance of noble youth?
Passion persists, intelligence
intact, just need a brighter
angle from which to reveal it.
(Image my own)
Clarity (haiku)
Compromise
It’s like aiming for the ideal
and settling for second best
Setting your life up for success
then sabotaging the outcome
It’s like committing to a dream
with blinders on – threats ignored
I know where I want to be
have tasted the serenity
steeped in beauty
and lived with peace
Yet the noise continues
the daily bustle,
the inevitable stench
my soul being griddled
It’s what I’ve known, isn’t it?
sanctity at a price –
the absolute terror
of selling out for peace of mind
I will plant gardens here
at the edge of insanity
and outline my future
denial at my side.
(Art my own)
Autumn Drama (haiku)
Tenuous
It’s not like I didn’t know
that life is tenuous
and death a given
I chose to ignore the signs –
seems that which we avoid
has a way of catching up
I pin-balled my way
searching for something
undefinable
A break from responsibility?
a Saviour?
Condemned myself as failure
Sentenced to a lifetime
of love lacking
How does one traverse such margins?
Re-engage in the face of rejection?
I have pen,
and thoughts,
and maybe
if I bleed enough,
the path will be revealed.
(Image my own)



