I intended to post this here to begin with, but messed up. Still getting used to being back, and there are changes to WordPress since I’ve been away that are tripping me up a bit as well. Anyway, I went to reblog it and accidentally reblogged it to my blog too. LOL…so I’m posting it here too. I WILL get used to this again. :)
Shhh
Amid the silence
Soft whispers of wind
Soothe my restless soul
hope is like a rope
even if you cling to it
you can still fall down.
Soft paintbrush strokes bring
us to December. Watch for
spilling white gallons.
An ancient tree speaks,
each ring a life of its own.
The stories it tells.
Climbing through the dunes,
sniffing out spring violets,
barefoot once again.
The creek urges me:
Come out to play and splash. I’ve
been waiting for you.
A certain stone, flat,
gray, ordinary, special.
I collect and save.
I am insecure.
I hear your cry. So am I -
and every writer?
Related posts:
http://patwoodblogging.wordpress.com/
http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.co.uk/p/the-insecure-writers-support-group.html
After so much rain
a day of proper autumn.
Sunshine and crisp cold.
(So I’m feeling bad because I haven’t posted for a lot of reasons but for now all good ones – painting/drawing workshop :)
Outside my window
I see tall green gum trees
brushing clean, blue sky,
I write my Haiku,
capturing words like insects
trapped in ‘amber-time’.
Been missing for days
trying to write but failing.
Life has intervened.
Haiku
the light ripples on
the waters of turquoise sea
smoke billows in air.
Hay(na)ku
rippling
on water’s
surface, is light.
*Hay(na)ku is a three-line poem with 1 word in first line, 2 words in second line and 3 words in third line. It can be written in reverse order as well.
the blue sky painted
with wisps of white and grey clouds
the frog starts to croak.
Lots of nice people
came to see me today and -
some of them bought stuff!
Related post which might make this make sense:
My rose is blooming:
it’s forgotten it’s autumn.
And now – so have I!
When the sky’s that blue -
almost forget it’s autumn
and winter’s coming.
It’s such a good job
computer desks have a back
or I’d push it off.
Unable to sleep
I watch the clock, try to read
till dawn breaks. Sleep comes.
Japanese flower seeds
bloom into Haiku oak trees
like little acorns
