The wind blows
wherever it will
I won’t bend
Copyright Francis 2021
Modern Haiku: Do Not Bend
Tag: wind
Haiku: ‘No Answer’
Listen to the wind
How many years must I wait
Answers in my heart
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Carpe Diem Celebrates Its 8th Anniversary October 2020: #1837 blowing in the wind
Runaway (Poem)
Footprints along the strand
stretching off to nowhere
A beach all my own
save for curious gulls
eyeing from Hesperides’ skies.
Kernow was never so lush
or windswept; are they bells
pealing on the breeze, like
lost Lyonesse beckoning
to this broken soul?
Maybe heartless time is melting,
melding; I run and run
into the gelid ocean, the two
once twain — now consumed
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Haiku: ‘Cold Winds’
Blow cold winds of truth
The new dawn cannot be stopped
Open eyes will see
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Haibun: ‘Washing Day’
I hang out the washing,
impatiently pegging
to save time.
Then I sit, fritter and daydream,
watching the wind toss the duvet
of my sleepless night,
pillow cases bellow in panic attack,
before the sudden lashing rain
insists I scamper outside.
Elements changing
Thrashing meandering thoughts
Nature’s clue unsaid
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
‘Avenging Wind’ a Poem
The wind strikes once more,
he’s tossing washing lines
and turning trees,
threatens to strip the ripe colour
which makes the season tolerable.
I wonder what’s made him so fierce:
He’s giving me glimpses of winter,
the lockdowns imposed,
when stepping outside
becomes a crime, where
the only feature will be the trash
blown starkly down our street
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
*We may have to find new ways to entertain ourselves this winter.
Haiku: Mind and Matter
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The wind is howling
Pantiles rattle on the roof
Still my gentle breath
copyright Francis Barker 2020
Haiku: Acceptance
Who’s scared of the wind?
There is nothing you can do
Bend and accept
copyright Francis Barker 2020
Tanka: Which Way The Wind?
Where is this heading?
Where have I been before this?
Some things I don’t know
Wind causes the flag to wave
but no one can see the wind
copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019
Poem: The Painter
Climbing the dune,
wind heavy in our faces.
We squint (or do we smile?),
our laughs and quips
diffuse in the air.
Young legs carry you
ahead to the summit,
where tufts of green cling
to an existence. Then you’re
a sudden lithe silhouette
against a racing sky.
I revel in your victory;
your gentle hand hauls me
up close to ocean eyes,
an elfin smile, teeth
pristine like breakers
on the distant, crashing
shore, that white noise
filling our ears.
To look into you
is to look as men
have done for centuries.
Unchanging heart,
you’re the pearl left
nestling in filth.
So take a look –
can anyone steal time?
An hour here or there,
we leave our footprints,
no foothold anywhere.
I am the painter of this shore –
you are the model.
Again and again,
we return to wrestle
in familiar hues;
deep alizarin crimson,
yellow ochre, phthalo blue,
making it real. Stay in this
moment, we bless and bless.
It has to be you.
copyright Leofwine Tanner 2019 and 2011
Haiku Poem – Everyday Philosophy
Hanging in the sun
A breeze is my companion
Elemental friends
Leofwine Tanner 2019
