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Category Archives: Haiku
Minute Misery; Haiku
Forlorn longing sighs
Spring’s promises to Summer
Pivot toward dark
Weak, last ditch appeals to Sun
Spring promised; prolong our youth
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Haiku/Tanka
Inspiration & Photo credit: Autumn Alps by Le Drake Noir
Another One Bites The Dust
Poor girl didn’t heed
Cries of the already drowned
Smothered; false kisses
Warnings lost in hard pursuits
T’was never hard to know you
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Mad-hatters shape shift
He becomes every dream
Magical threading
Weaving so under your skin
Never releasing his prey
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Permanently etched
Tied more closely than chained links
Oh, the tricks, those ploys
The spell forever changing
The whirls of madness now reign
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Haiku / Tanka
Street Art by @shalakattack
Photo provided by createdbyrcw.com
The Queen of Hearts said to the wee thing:
“How hard it can be for lost hearts to get it. The moment is passed and yet, some refuse to buzz-off even after their true colors have been brought to light and rejected. Such strange senses of ownership, but then new/old conquests refuse to believe hypnotic methods could fool them, no matter how much is offered in foresight. The trance in full effect – ‘he knows me like no other’…. They all do, dear. That’s their job. They stare and stare and stare at you until you give it all”.
“I wonder if we’re so different after all…perhaps that’s why they simply cannot say goodbye after, like a varicella-zoster, content to hide in the shadows forevermore”…
WANING TREASURES: Colour
The diminishing days of summer begin to tug at my only-just-now-relaxing heartstrings. I’m not ready to give up the heat, the light, the energy of the extra sunlight; not where we live anyway.
We live in a rain-forest and not the kind that, in winter, envelopes the area in near bathwater-warm mists. Oh no, ours is that infamous, sopping, bitterly chill ya to cellular level till you cry kind of dampness. That cheery fun matched only by the varying depths of blanketing grey masses that blot out said light of grace.
So, is it any wonder I choose to claw back the impending doom and seek out the remnants of brilliance and shine? To hang onto the trailing sweet scents of fresh leaves and grasses and florals? To seek even more comfort in the flowing lightness of shimmery breezes (and really cute apparel)?
All of which serves to ease even the biggest workload into a sense of partial vacation. Maybe it’s closer to the idea of just vacant, but still… if it works for escapism purposes…
Soon enough, the world’s turn will darken patio libations and I will have no choice but to submit to the inevitable. Grey. Slate, Dove, Ash, Charcoal. Grey. Well, at least that is, until we get to the mixed and even, garish jewel tones of Christmas. Oh my… Can’t wait!
In the meantime, some of my micro-tributes to summer colour:
DAISY CLAIMS
Momma’s favourites
White blooms speaking innocence
Thus mine are yellow 😄
Haiku
BC coast, July 2017
HIDDEN TREASURES
Secrets of the heart
A mere two souls know my fave
Primary option
Haiku
Photo, Peggys Cove, NS
JAUNE SEDUCTIONS
Sunny, bright, happy
Deep, warm, inviting caress
Golden embraces
A bed of warm intellect
The real couleur de l’amour
Haiku / Tanka
Photo, Northwest Cove, NS
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Street Art Takes Pain
I came across a pretty great poetic thought on Twitter, and be damned if I could find it again to properly quote and credit it, but it said something along the line of, “poetry is where the pain goes”. I’d wager there’s a pretty big crowd of us that wade in that poetic pool.
I’m not saying I had a painful week, but once again inspiration hit while I was perusing a friend’s street art photos. Some old heart matters reared up, and I couldn’t resist the pull of the bard. So a short ode to a long week. Wishing all a really fabulous final August weekend.
WITH BAITED BREATH
Help, help she called out
Alas, only silence heard
No hook on the line
Haiku
Street Art photo provided by @createdbyw
DOG COLLARS
When the deeds been done
The new victim acquiesced
Signed on for the ride
Oh, the glee, oh if only
Oh, to be flies on the wall
Haiku / Tanka
Street Art photo provided by @createdbyw
HARE OF THE DOG
Oh, soul Girl, step slow
Do beware red hearts, Alice
Their souls are so black
Tread most carefully, angel
Every promise, a trick
Haiku / Tanka
Street Art Photo: Unknown, Porto, Portugal
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