The mother and son
in their eternal embrace —
creation in one
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Haiku #40
Tag: poems
Crossroads
I have sought you since the cradle
Thought I’d heard you in the reverb
Of loving feeling
I rejected you when scripture
Was forced upon me
Shouted at you for letting only
The good die young
I gave thanks to you
For giving me companionship
And someone to take my essence
Forward into drastic futures
Now at these stark crossroads
When it seems every way is to lose
I challenge you to answer
To reveal something of yourself
In the substance of my life
Beyond the glorious imagaginings
Of pliant artists and architects
Willing you into existence
To spare these soulless tyrants
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Haiku #38
In the darkest night
hand in hand through narrow streets;
whispers out of sight
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Haiku #39
Endless yellow rows
where my mother worked all day;
I smelled the flowers!
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Sparrowhawk
I caught your bright eyes staring at me;
I was sorry to interrupt you plucking your kill.
Then instantly up and away
You were gone like an arrow, carcass in talons
Over low fences and hedges,
Between houses to some hidden place.
I admire your nobility, the efficiency
Of your skill, your craft.
And I understand your reticence
To share your life with mine,
Your instinct for isolation.
So go beautiful bird, take what you need
To survive, whilst I am entrapped, devoid of nature,
Simply scared to be alive
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Haiku #37
Timorous birch tree
in the spring’s still morning air;
sturdier than me
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Haiku #35
A mellow sun’s light
glints off the sheen of water;
the half Moon in sight
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Haiku #34
Along the river
some weeping willows hanging
in morning’s shiver
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Haiku #33
In a serene glide
mute swans push towards their food
on the riverside
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Haiku #32
Limp flags in the gloom;
fading flowers to be thrown
from the empty tomb
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Haiku #29
Outside the back door
a kitten in mother’s mouth;
more in the warm shed
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