Tag: nature
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Solitude
Solitude Soul food A chance respite Laid down the fight Noticed, the dance of leaves Undulating on a mornings breeze Found, a benevolent stasis A calm embraces Lifted mood Solitude
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Waterfall
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.
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Clematis
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. – Occurring and reoccurring, Expression’s gravitation, Dragging willingly, into literary vortexes. – So many voices craving, To express experiences, And their existence; In this mess. – What a wonderful immersion, In the cacophony of our race. – Sadness dripping tears. Beauty in the mundane found. […]
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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 […]
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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 […]
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Whirl Décima
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 […]
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