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Haiku: Hierarchy

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The eagle soars high
how else could it ever be?
Nature’s hierarchy

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: Be Where You Are

Posted on September 3 by Leofwine Tanner

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The rattle and hoot of a train reminds me,
I want to be anywhere but here,

that the journey has more meaning
than any final destination.

Each day the train sounds on time
and I yearn to be on it,

a small case in hand to take me
back in time, forward in thought.

I see mountains and the clearest light,
a home to live in, where I want to be,

where I don’t hanker for anything
other than what surrounds me;

the lakes, mountains, the clearest air
where the noble eagle soars,

his place within nature assured
and mine below him, in peace –

a place in time to think and dream,
of how it all should be.

The dream revealing notion, of simply
being where I am.

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Haiku: Good Earth

Posted on August 31 by Leofwine Tanner

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I prepare the soil
sow a selection of seed
Nature does the rest

copyright Francis Barker 2019

Poem: The Garth

Posted on August 26 by Leofwine Tanner

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The accolades like garlands
all around you,
each flower of the palette
in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes,
such rare colour,
your rose petal smiles
on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people,
tore them to pieces,
casting high like confetti
in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would
demand I take it,
frog march me around
your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness
at Indian summer’s end,
our toes dangling in pools
of murky green

And when the grey winds came
soughing demons around us,
you closed that rickety gate
toward Michaelmastide.

Tanka: Bloom

Posted on August 13 by Leofwine Tanner

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Flowers by themselves
bloom without trying or care
They are all in tune
To grow strong within nature
How else could we truly be?

Haiku: Nature 5

Posted on May 29 by Leofwine Tanner

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Is nature all things?
Reflection of Man’s or God’s
creative big bang?

Haiku: Nature 4

Posted on May 28 by Leofwine Tanner

mountains and clouds outside of an airplane window

Photo by Dan Gold on Pexels.com

Mercury Ascends

Art, Words, Astrology

Haiku: Hierarchy

The eagle soars high
how else could it ever be?
Nature’s hierarchy

Poem: Be Where You Are

The rattle and hoot of a train reminds me,
I want to be anywhere but here,

that the journey has more meaning
than any final destination.

Each day the train sounds on time
and I yearn to be on it,

a small case in hand to take me
back in time, forward in thought.

I see mountains and the clearest light,
a home to live in, where I want to be,

where I don’t hanker for anything
other than what surrounds me;

the lakes, mountains, the clearest air
where the noble eagle soars,

his place within nature assured
and mine below him, in peace –

a place in time to think and dream,
of how it all should be.

The dream revealing notion, of simply
being where I am.

Haiku: Good Earth

I prepare the soil
sow a selection of seed
Nature does the rest

Poem: The Garth

The accolades like garlands
all around you,
each flower of the palette
in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes,
such rare colour,
your rose petal smiles
on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people,
tore them to pieces,
casting high like confetti
in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would
demand I take it,
frog march me around
your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness
at Indian summer’s end,
our toes dangling in pools
of murky green

And when the grey winds came
soughing demons around us,
you closed that rickety gate
toward Michaelmastide.

Tanka: Bloom

Flowers by themselves
bloom without trying or care
They are all in tune
To grow strong within nature
How else could we truly be?

Haiku: Nature 5

Is nature all things?
Reflection of Man’s or God’s
creative big bang?

Haiku: Nature 4

I weep for the earth,
for what we’ve not seen, allowed:
acquiesced – wake up

The eagle soars high how else could it ever be? Nature’s hierarchy

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The rattle and hoot of a train reminds me, I want to be anywhere but here,

that the journey has more meaning than any final destination.

Each day the train sounds on time and I yearn to be on it,

a small case in hand to take me back in time, forward in thought.

I see mountains and the clearest light, a home to live in, where I want to be,

where I don’t hanker for anything other than what surrounds me;

the lakes, mountains, the clearest air where the noble eagle soars,

his place within nature assured and mine below him, in peace –

a place in time to think and dream, of how it all should be.

The dream revealing notion, of simply being where I am.

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I prepare the soil sow a selection of seed Nature does the rest

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The accolades like garlands all around you, each flower of the palette in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes, such rare colour, your rose petal smiles on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people, tore them to pieces, casting high like confetti in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would demand I take it, frog march me around your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness at Indian summer’s end, our toes dangling in pools of murky green

And when the grey winds came soughing demons around us, you closed that rickety gate toward Michaelmastide.

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Flowers by themselves bloom without trying or care They are all in tune To grow strong within nature How else could we truly be?

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Is nature all things? Reflection of Man’s or God’s creative big bang?

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I weep for the earth, for what we’ve not seen, allowed: acquiesced – wake up

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The eagle soars high
how else could it ever be?
Nature’s hierarchy

The rattle and hoot of a train reminds me,
I want to be anywhere but here,

that the journey has more meaning
than any final destination.

Each day the train sounds on time
and I yearn to be on it,

a small case in hand to take me
back in time, forward in thought.

I see mountains and the clearest light,
a home to live in, where I want to be,

where I don’t hanker for anything
other than what surrounds me;

the lakes, mountains, the clearest air
where the noble eagle soars,

his place within nature assured
and mine below him, in peace –

a place in time to think and dream,
of how it all should be.

The dream revealing notion, of simply
being where I am.

I prepare the soil
sow a selection of seed
Nature does the rest

The accolades like garlands
all around you,
each flower of the palette
in your soul

I saw suns glint in violet eyes,
such rare colour,
your rose petal smiles
on dew laden sward

You drew me pastel people,
tore them to pieces,
casting high like confetti
in a lavender breeze

Your delicate hand would
demand I take it,
frog march me around
your patchwork garth

We’d sit in white stillness
at Indian summer’s end,
our toes dangling in pools
of murky green

And when the grey winds came
soughing demons around us,
you closed that rickety gate
toward Michaelmastide.

Flowers by themselves
bloom without trying or care
They are all in tune
To grow strong within nature
How else could we truly be?

Is nature all things?
Reflection of Man’s or God’s
creative big bang?

I weep for the earth,
for what we’ve not seen, allowed:
acquiesced – wake up