That Wonderful Word "Nor"

One man and his cohorts

may be trying to destroy the world

as we know it, causing grief 

to millions of people 

Behold....

he cannot stop the sun from rising

Nor the warbling dawn chorus of the Magpies

 

 

Nor the cackling laughter of the Kookaburras 

Nor the Wood ducks from raising their delightful little families

Nor the crops from growing 

after this most welcome rain 

Nor our delight in absorbing 

another vivid, awesome sunset

and clouds with silver linings

Welcome each Day...... 

 

Once again Blogger has not allowed me to write the text next to the photos which is very frustrating.... so hope whoever reads this will understand the sequence of the text with the accompanying photos.....

 

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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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haiku for Thursday

                                                 kookaburra lands

                                                eyeing one gold fish in pond

                                                 frogs croak rain coming 

haiku for Sunday Mothers Day

                                                         maned geese sleep here

                                                           eye closed for five seconds

                                                            truly a cat nap  

Thursday haiku

                                                     the kookaburras

                                                        laughing in wisteria tree

                                                            calm sunshiny morn 

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..... 

 

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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