an empty field
where once the willow stood
poppies dance
© Gsk ’16
Morning Haiku and Waka – July 13, 2016
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Tag Archives: change
Haiku Horizons – haiku and waka – January 8, 2016
look as I might
I still can’t find it …
– a poet’s soul
that important find
exaltation for a day
then – a new hunt starts
destiny found
inside fortune cookies
– writing pidgin verse
lost and found offices
full of abandoned objects
their owners misplaced
they’re often never sought
people lack faith in mankind
stopped smoking
new harmony found
without nicotine
© G.s.k. ‘16
Dawn Thoughts – July 7, 2014
Haiku
peach colored sky
breath of wind in the morn
loud crow cawed
Free Verse
innovations
changes to be made
recreating
feelings of vitality
that’s slowly slipping
out of my life
as routine
crushing isolation
suffocate me …
time to move on
though I hate to burn bridges
don’t want to close doors
so many have closed
in my life time
that yet another
makes me cry
but … I know
that without endings
there can be no
innovations
Kyoka
useless illusions
of my importance …
silly ego trip
dance and sing instead of cry
frogs croak, crows caw and things change
Change – Story Prompt #10 – We Drink Because We’re Poets – May 29, 2014
Each day is something special. The seasons, the weather or people around you flavor each day with its own special seasoning.
My three-year old son, got away from me as I was shopping in the fresh vegetable market, I called him, but he was in the mood for a game of tag. He ran between two cars, his intentions were clear. A motor-cycle, speeding down the road would have caught him and thrown him to his death. I screamed. He stopped surprised. Tragedy, avoided.
Memories of years and seasons come to mind as I think of change …
My three-year old son, got away from me as we were having our vaccinations. He hated inoculations, the very sight of a needle terrorized him. The parking lot was filled with cars. We searched for him, finding him hidden beneath a jeep. I shouted at him and he came out with a whimper. Tragedy, avoided.
Three sons, each their own tale to tell…each their near-miss with tragedy.
My three-year old son, playing super-man in his bed-room. He decided to fly from the poor-boy to his bed. Unfortunately he missed the mattress and hit his face against the bed post. He let out a yell! When I came to his room, his face bloodied, his front teeth caved in. I got our driver to take us to the mission hospital some 60 miles away. The dentist attended him … going home we went near a village. The villagers, blocking the road, told us we had to take another way back home as they were “at war” with their neighbors, who had stolen some sheep … we arrived safely. Tragedy, avoided.
Now, each one is a man and they have their own their personal bits of history, which may or may not one day be told. Their own near tragedies and their own changes. And life continues.
spring becomes summer
the same street looks different
puddles in the street
Symmetry of the Odyssey – Free Verse
Odyssey
Symmetry of the Odyssey – Free Verse
where ever is that place now gone
in the ages that have moved on
the symmetry of the odyssey
that has been my life
from birth ’til now …
no crying for places or the past
but wonderment and curiosity
the symmetry of the odyssey
that has been my life
from birth ’til now
countries where I once lived
no longer exist … they’re just gone
the symmetry of the odyssey
that has been my life
from birth ’til now
geography has changed constantly
people are gone I know not where
the symmetry of the odyssey
that has been my life
from birth ’til now
houses torn down, cities abandoned
ideologies, certainties, faith all gone
the symmetry of the odyssey
that has been my life
from birth ’til now
reflections of my life long-lived
memories of times and places
are the symmetry of the odyssey
that has been my life
from birth ’til now.
Written for Poetry Prompt #2 – We Drink Because We’re Poets – The places we are
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