Change

Knowing enough is enough,

Begins with believing you are enough.

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When fertile ground becomes barren,

Pastures are spent,

What was full has emptied;

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Freezing in place is unsound!

Find a peace in movement.

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Ride out the regret,

Face down the sadness,

Accept that all things change;

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Turn from victimhood,

Find a hero’s grace.

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.

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.

Sadness

Pervading sadness

Not thrilling but compelling

Way easily lost

Comforting melancholy

Erodes will spends energy

For Ronovans Monday challenge where key words are sad and thrill.

Dissipating Stress

Weariness gives way

Simple tiredness holds sway

Dissipating stress

Shoulders draw away from neck

Jaw releases it’s tight grip

For Tanka Tuesday

Ruminating

Ruminating

Often it comes

Attempts at self mastery

The Wise can settle

Into the cacophony within

Grasp released

Annihilation ambition put down

In favour of restful awareness

Watching…

Anxiety’s apprehension

Recognising….

Melancholy’s malaise

Realising…

Doubt’s discomfort

Knowing their transience

How they dissolve when left alone

How they grow and morph when probed

Yes I am pondering

Why I secretly covet misery

Fearful of peace

if you have an hour this fine buddhist Teacher is worth it.

Daffodil Haiku

Demure bud opens
Spring evening sun envelops
Delicate petals

Sun’s Warmth

Virtually spent
Clouds part allowing sun’s warmth
To lift weary soul

Ship

This being human is a Ship,

Traversing ocean swells,

Battered by storms,

Capsized by hurricanes.

Then finding safe harbour,

Gentle journeys through inlets,

Exploring coves and sandy bays,

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Course at times easy found,

Other times navigation elusive.

Worried that the view,

Brings no sight of land.

Then times of peace,

With nothing in view,

Adrift in endless blue.

Written for dVerse prompt to write a metaphor poem starting ‘This being human is…’

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Hearing

Sonorous soft sounds

Natural tones crisp clear cascade

Caught by tiny bones

The tiny bones that catch the sound are the Malleus, Incus & Stapes

For Ronovan’s haiku challenge words this week are soft and crisp.