Rapidly coursing
Precipice reached pause then plunge
Rock strewn roaring crash
A haiku for Ronovans challenge plunge and rapid are the key words. This evokes memories of waterfalls.
Tag: nature
A host of green buds
Potential beauty cocooned
Heralding summer
Time is close for bursting forth
Petals of white purity
For Tuesday Tanka challenge – a flower that has meaning to me is my clematis – when it’s ripe with buds it tells me summer is not far away.
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So many voices
Cascade of words
Flow through my mind.
Absorbing
Others introspections.
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Occurring and reoccurring,
Expression’s gravitation,
Dragging willingly,
into literary vortexes.
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So many voices craving,
To express experiences,
And their existence;
In this mess.
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What a wonderful immersion,
In the cacophony of our race.
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Sadness dripping tears.
Beauty in the mundane found.
Anger vented.
Love requited.
Philosophy expounded.
Nature celebrated.
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So many minds –
Feeling
Trusting
Biting
Hurting.
Crying out for recognition,
And understanding.
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Just like me…
This poem is a celebration of the brilliant voices I have encountered since coming back to blogging. Exploring other people’s thoughts can be overwhelming! Yet it is also a heartening joy to be surrounded by others who too are; feeling, experiencing and trying to understand their existence. Keep on my fellow creatives, keep on.
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Haiku Cascade
A haiku distills thinking and I have been writing a good deal recently. Largely as part of Twitter engagement (@lauraelizahay). Here is my Haiku Cascade!
Don’t try to solve life
Probing makes it elusive
Like sand through fingers
“Will I be okay?”
The prayer of all who suffer
If resolve nurtured…
Torpor overtakes
Enveloped in down’s soft warmth
Sleep submerges mind
Slipped into the night
Freedom from glib exclusive
Found the kind and wise
Eventide’s light plays
Dancing through canopy’s boughs
I sigh lost in dreams
Do try for the light
End slumbering in darkness
World waits for your sight
Signs of spring
Life’s grace returning
Warm wind blows
Expect doubt
Life’s harsh leveller
Ego’s foe
In days aftermath
To myself I am unkind
To the achieved blind
To be a hermit
Deep in the woods, riverside
Only lost can find
A community
Of photo-synthesisers
Capturing the light
Like a mountain lake
Clearer, direction once was
Now muddy puddle!
Encouragement is
The act of lending courage
To the fearful heart.
Prophet Hicks was right
Human life’s machinations
Are all ‘just a ride’
Phew if you made it here you have serious commitment!
Thank you.
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Frosty Morning
Bright morning,
Bleak Mind lifted.
Air crisp,
Tired Body sighs.
Sky clear,
Settling the Soul.
World iced,
Warmed Heart embraces.
My morning walk today was one of brightness and a crisp frost, these are by far my favourite mornings and provided a very welcome lift to all my facets!
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Nature’s Calling
Nature’s calling.
Sometimes a whisper,
Sometimes a scream,
At times bellowing.
To share her vision.
What we could be.
Become caretakers.
Stop the demolition.
Take our place,
As part of Nature.
Not seperate,
As we mistake.
Nurture Nature,
And our nature.
I am often overwhelmed by the challenge ahead of us in repairing the damage done to this wonderful world, but there is hope as we Human’s are an innovative bunch.
This was inspired by Sammisscribbles weekend writing prompt
Dusk and the light begins to wane. By the lake where the reeds grow high. Hear the chatter, the first go by. My sheer delight I need not feign. This reed bed is where Starlings reign. Before they roost there's lifts and swirls. Constantly the rabble unfurls. Acrobatic undulations! Chaotic yet in formation A living mass that twists and whirls.
This is for Ronovan writes Décima Poetry Challenge – with ‘Whirl’ as the prompt word. Check out his blog to participate or just to find our what a Décima is! I am continuing the theme I started from the Haiku challenge Ronovan also set, which inspired this post
Evanescent pool
Reflection arboreal
Transitory glimpse
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Winter’s nearly spent
Rivulets of icy rain
Are flowing
On sodden ground to
Swollen brooks.
Grey may be the scene.
Enclosed by
Dreary clouds and skeletal trees.
But green shafts
Of hopeful bulbs are
Piercing through.
Signalling Winter’s bleakness is
Nearly spent.
Weekly prompt https://amanpan.com/2021/02/04/eugis-weekly-prompt-winter-february-4-2021/
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