Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 23/30

I wonder, how was this morning for you?

Can you remember the sights and the sounds?

It is in the moments we see the truth

a thought, while I stand upon frozen ground.

 

At 8, I watched the steam rise from my tea

At 9, I felt the breathe of Sunday morn

I walked, watching Winter begin its weave

the flowers stripped bare, revealing their thorns.

 

But, the flicker of hope remains in the sky

as the summer yellow turns to bright white

there is still beauty in things as they die

and nothing more beautiful then this sight.

 

So, the next time you step into Sunday

be grateful for the moment that makes May.

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Posted in Life

winter

Winter is her weakness

a body trapped in bleakness

shaking and aching

the darkness enchanting

her hopes bequeathed

as she falls like leaves

windows fill with teariness

as she is locked inside by weariness

waiting to see again

waiting to hear again

waiting to sing again

Tomorrow starts with latte

the fuel of fearful Friday

and the fire inside her ignites

as Winter continues to bite.

Posted in Writing 201

Ox

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it was party
in the park
Bob Geldof. South Africa.
thrust into the world
found sun shining in
winter in the wintery dew that fell over
my snowy paddock, the morning
glory glistened and sparkled
I spent my childhood
riding the horns of ambition
wisdom weaving my destiny like
I had control over what happens
when I stood alone in my pad
fenced in yellow tulips, shelter my
friends slither between
but they know, if they
cross the fence – my
wrath is all
they will
see.

Posted in Seasons/Nature

The Other Side

Written for Heeding Haiku With HA: Summer Kigo by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie…  Summer is indeed burning brightly over the northern hemisphere and I am so much looking forward to joining them next month for a couple of weeks. However, south of the equator, at the bottom of the world Winter is making herself very well known. So here is my tanka from:

The OtherSide

Winter Sun caught in trees

 

On the other side

billowing clouds block the sun

wind chimes dance fiercely

shaded from Summers beauty

we’ll find our way back again.

 

 

Posted in Australia, Loss, Seasons/Nature

Foggy Days Ahead

This fog is symbolic of discontent
Hurt and pain burns inside this weary world
each of us clouded by our judgements
it happened in a moment; emotions twirled.
Walking through shadows of a misty place
searching; scrolling for pieces of answers
disappearing without a scrap or trace
echoes of voices of social dancers
Soon the fog will lift from this tired city
And her flags will be raised back to full mast
Even in this moment the world seems shitty
tomorrow will pull it into the past.
We’ve been here before; Winter comes and goes
We’ll be here again – that everyone knows.

Posted in Australia

Unplugged

My iPad is a portal to reality

connecting, exploring, talking

I am the writer of this world

Lost in – Who? What? Where?

 I just had to unplug.

Food processors are evil

itchy little finger – torture

stands to attention in plaster

my delicious cupcakes altered

I can taste the tears on my face

my nerves screaming

the smell of failure lingering.

Later, Winter – she plucked me

from a rather fake Autumn

evolution of Australian weather

“Sautumn” turned to “Wautumn”

just like the flip of a switch.

I said it would happen.

Unplugged from my reality

Now, Unplugged from humanity

exiled to the same four walls

sniffling, coughing, mostly sleeping

reading Allegiant.

As the great machine of Melbourne

operates without me.

Soon – I will be back within my faction

fuelled by coffee and bagels

iPad is plugged in and ready to go

another week begins – tomorrow.

Due to little-finger-related technical difficulties I’ve found writing (even typing!) difficult so I took the opportunity to step away from my daily writings/musings to reconnect with the real world around me. Mother Nature, had different plans I was struck with a cold and ordered to rest. So I’ve been sleeping, reading, and resting for days now with a barely a word spoken to another human being. I wonder if the world has changed while I’ve been away… 😉