Thursday, 25 May 2017
Child Bride
marriage innocence find full confining edge
huffing picture pursuing traces capable maze
to find herself in a confining marriage
pushed her over the edge
not a picture perfect situation
all traces of her innocence lost
navigating a nightmare maze and not capable of
keeping her huffing pursuing husband at bay
she became full of despair
all she wanted was her mother
she was only 12
Sundays Whirligig
Poets Pantry Poets United
huffing picture pursuing traces capable maze
to find herself in a confining marriage
pushed her over the edge
not a picture perfect situation
all traces of her innocence lost
navigating a nightmare maze and not capable of
keeping her huffing pursuing husband at bay
she became full of despair
all she wanted was her mother
she was only 12
Sundays Whirligig
Poets Pantry Poets United
Saturday, 20 May 2017
Marching Backwards
i suppose one might say
we have come a long way
from scratching on walls

with
leonardo's genius
expressing beauty and grace
feeling and flesh
a spirituality transformed
from brushstrokes into wonder
or maybe not...
a few days ago
a basquiat 'masterpiece' ?
sold for 110 million dollars at auction
outer darkness weeping and gnashing of teeth
spring to mind
another indication of lunacy
in a world gone mad
the collective renaissance heart
sinks like a lead balloon
from scratching on walls

with
leonardo's genius
expressing beauty and grace
feeling and flesh
a spirituality transformed
from brushstrokes into wonder
or maybe not...
a few days ago
a basquiat 'masterpiece' ?
sold for 110 million dollars at auction
outer darkness weeping and gnashing of teeth
spring to mind
another indication of lunacy
in a world gone mad
the collective renaissance heart
sinks like a lead balloon
Thursday, 18 May 2017
Friday, 12 May 2017
Pumpkin Flowers
Thursday, 11 May 2017
Weekend Meditation
Jane Reichhold Haiku
morning breeze
coming in the window
surf sounds
mingle with the aroma
of coffee and hot toast
without lights
the brightness of a blue sky
full of stars
so close you could touch one
with a finger tip
balanced at dawn
a full moon slides into the sea
without ripples
sinking into dark blue
without a splash
stars bend down
into the wind of white caps
morning light
the pale ghost moon disappears
before the sunrise
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
Thursday, 4 May 2017
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