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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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.....
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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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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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to not know what we think we know
to see the wisdom of the tree
which lives fully empowered
by the earth its roots silently
nourishing not only itself
but its neighbors also
giving shelter freely to birds
shading big and little creatures
in its collected compost
so ancient a recycling
of its discarded and released leaves
of exhausted helpfulness
to absorb its silence
is to be content......
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in the wild winds joining
their leaves and branches
in exuberant forgetfulness
that their limbs may be torn
thrown to the ground
their bark in such colourful
profusion on the earth below
making shelter for the little
creatures scuffling underneath
the silence and the mystery of it all......
elegantly limbed Blue gums
Golden on the side of the setting sun
their shadows giving deep resonance
to space and line
Weaving through, a Stockman
on a lightly stepping Golden horse
red Kelpie at heel, sheep mustered
homeward bound for a shower
Brandy and Dry , mutton dinner
cooked on a wood stove, wine
Perhaps a sweet jam roly
with Mrs Edwards fresh cream.....
Bed!
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The Horse is watching the kangaroos in the evening light. Don't you dare come into my paddock he thinks, this is my paddock the bossman told me. He sowed it with fresh pasture seed and it will be feed for me this coming summer.
The Horse knows kangaroos have big feet which will flatten the crop if they get in and loll around in it.
I have hard feet thinks the Horse and have metal shoes on which the farrier comes and takes off every six weeks. He trims my hooves thinks the Horse and nails the iron shoes back on. Sometimes when the farrier does this I turn my head and nuzzle the straps of his leather apron or his head if it is near enough.
The sun is low on the horizon thinks the Horse and my feed will surely be put into the feed bin hanging on the wall of my shelter shed. Chaff and bran and applecider vinegar mixed with warm water if the night is going to be cold. I will push my muzzle in right up to my nostrils, it is so good....
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winds sculpt fantastic images
no noise calm silence
Overflowing with goodness
of rain
Playground of ducks
Haven for frogs
and the memory of drought fades
the fish swims in gratitude......
I'll write a bit and then insert a photo, so here it is and these are the ducks having an argument to see who owns the pond
Below are some Musk Lorrikeets splashing about in the pond when the ducks had departed.
This is the worst blog I have ever written as the normal way I used to do them has altered with this new laptop I have. So forgive me anyone who may actually look at this.
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Like the horse Shalako
Patiently waiting for
his morning breakfast or
for the evening hay biscuit
then obviously enjoying his food
with that faraway look in his eye.
the petulant four year old in
an old man's body impatiently
spewing forth unpleasant directives
is the total opposite
creating havoc among
long suffering masses
of people longing for
that faraway look
in each other's eyes
oh, the patience required
to see present humanity
through this turbulent time......
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this felon to rule
their destinies
let Ozimandias
speak again
to show that all is
Vanity
Silence is always present
no way will it ever alter
Silence is wisdom.....
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this Spring morning
guarding their little balls of fluff
twinkling in our pond.....
Nature delights in renewing itself
for our enjoyment and edification.....
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