Sunday, 17 May 2026

haiku for Monday morning and a troubled world


                                                     dense fog hides far hills

                                                    gum trees loom large in the gloom

                                                    sun heralds pink dawn

 

 

 

Looking at my garden each morning gives me a more even keel for the day ahead 

in these days of such astonishing changes and challenges, so I write haiku and send them to my friends

hoping it may make them smile also........

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Wednesday, 13 May 2026

haiku for Thursday


                                                 kookaburra lands

                                                eyeing one gold fish in pond

                                                 frogs croak rain coming 

Sunday, 10 May 2026

haiku for Sunday Mothers Day


                                                         maned geese sleep here

                                                           eye closed for five seconds

                                                            truly a cat nap  

Wednesday, 22 April 2026

Thursday haiku


                                                     the kookaburras

                                                        laughing in wisteria tree

                                                            calm sunshiny morn 

Friday, 10 April 2026

Hope is a Constant

Did we float with this tide of fake news.......or did we swim against it

Did we hope for goodness

or did we manifest it by our own

ordinary acts of bravery

in standing still to abide

yet grew strong because

we dared stand still facing

whatever we had to face

Hope is ever a constant..... 


 

Saturday, 31 January 2026

Cinquain

                                                            Leveret

                                                            Young agile

                                                            Zigging and zagging

                                                            Love it's startled look

                                                                Hare

Cinquain is a short poem or Stanza of five lines

1. one word naming the subject

2.two words (adjectives) describing the subject

3.three words (verbs)describing the subjects' action

4.four words giving the writer's opinion of the subject

5.one word (noun) giving another name for the subject

 

A Leveret is a young hare and we have one living in our garden 

at present and it is such a joy to watch it doing the rounds.

I love short verse....

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Friday, 23 January 2026

Climate Change......


                                            My love hits the stone wall again and again

                                            Why try at all?

                                            Were we not born to love?

                                            It rages in the end

                                            bashing its saltwater tears

                                            in great waves upon the unresponsive black rocks

                                            of a shore so hostile, nothing will penetrate it

                                            nothing will crumble it, not even in the end of time

                                            Oh, how indifference kills us all..... 

                                            Look elsewhere then, flow up the shore

                                            and soak into the sand

                                            which receives so gladly

                                            slurping it up as though there is no end to love

                                            neither there is.

                                            the anger has a purpose now,

                                            soak the sand, leave the rocks

                                            to wish for the soothing 

                                            of the salt water waves, they will

                                            no longer come

                                            climate change you know..... 

 

PS I found this writing of 2008  in a book I found this morning looking for other things....like you do!

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