Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Thursday, 30 June 2011

mini-utopia website

Here is a website I built a while back when I was made redundant. It kept me busy and I enjoyed building it a lot. The website is home to some of my old (very old) writing and art. Most if it is over fifteen years old, which probably explains a lot.

Saturday, 14 March 2009

Hello Haiku

Baby blue petals
I have recently become interested in Haiku; it is a form of poetry that really appeals to my minimalistic sensibilities. For the uninitiated, there are many great websites that can explain what Haiku is and learning about it's origins is a pure delight.
Haiku is usually written in three lines consisting of five syllables on the first line, seven on the second line then five on the third line. (5-7-5) A Haiku should also be written in the present tense, it should encapsulate a raw experience that is very much in the 'here and now'. Traditionally, Haiku were composed in reverence or respect of nature. Here are several I have written today (I have also taken inspiration from some of my previous pieces of writing and reworked them into the Haiku form).

baby blue petals
awoken by the morning
illumination

the sun on my tongue
while I carry these flowers
to my mother's grave

stepping cautiously
lest I awaken daisies
that sleep underfoot

the moon loves the earth
caught in a gravity dance
around and around

the morning laughter
gently ushers me from sleep
hello dawn chorus

watch the bumble bee
as it flies across my grave
it will not sting you

Sunday, 11 January 2009

Sun on my Tongue

Sun on my Tongue
Walking down the road that my Daddy laid,
Picking flowers for Mumma in the old fashioned way.
I have only known happiness by the sun on my face
And the kindness of strangers so full of grace.

So sing to me darling sweet baby,
Rock-a-bye my troubles and my cares away
Wrap me up in a lullaby
And I'll try, oh I'll try not to cry

When I'm

Walking down the road that my Daddy laid,
Picking flowers for Mumma 'cos she has gone away.
The hardest task to be sent from above,
Is to dig the grave of someone you love.