tiny woollen cover
grasped between pudgy hands
old and tattered
covering her eyes
the sun shone no less bright
as she walks alone
under the cover
Christmas buns raise double
swelling in sweetness
© G.s.k. ‘15
just tiny strings
hold the tales together
at the winter fair
a string of pearls
beauty proffered by a clam
or poets
bright red shoe strings
brightening her white sneakers
for the Christmas ball
strung along
the fly fell into the trap
the spider’s dinner
© G.s.k. ‘15
in the balance
words said and not said
emptiness
walking an empty road
seeking what cannot be found
a balancing act
sunrise and sunset
the equinox is balanced
spring and autumn
put in the balance
happiness and heartache
in daily life
anticipating results
losing equilibrium
© G.s.k. ‘15
Haiku
leaves on the ground
a dusty carpet of dreams
fallen
Senryu
kitten sneezes
sniffing the ground pepper mill
curiosity
Kyoka
first snow flakes
melting on the warm ground
winter yet to come
kept at bay by the sunshine
El Niño whispers – Holé
© G.s.k. ‘15
ah – red-hot peppers
colourful and inviting
on an ant hill
burning mouth and legs on fire
Filipino memory
(n.b. I was five years old the day we arrived in the Philippines – in the back yard of our new house – on an army ant hill – grew a beautiful multicoloured hot pepper bush – the memory has remained with me as vibrant as though the encounter had happened yesterday ….)
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red, green and black
jolly perfumed mixture
in a pepper mill
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pepper and spices
Siena’s way bread of old
Panforte
Christmas delights
peppered bread and lebkuchen
with mulled red wine
sitting ’round the lighted tree
sharing warm winter joys
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This is a photo from Wildlife Den … a South African blog … but these are the same sort of caterpillars we used to have on our trees in Eritrea some 30 years ago …
in the back yard
rusty caterpillar’s home
shady pepper tree
© G.s.k. ‘15
the old farmer stands
fields of grain sway in the wind
the salt of the Earth
on my lips
the salty taste of your kiss
in summer
without salt
life is tasteless
sickly sweet
© G.s.k. ‘15
forget rain and storms
here’s a moment of sunshine
November morning
the cicada sings
forget that winter has come
just listen
morning sunrise
shadows play in the park
among red leaves
forget dirges and laments
the day has just begun
© G.s.k. ‘15
under the jujube tree
three sparrows chatter with glee
free fallen fruit
under the fall moon
a civet owl calls – who who
in the jujube tree
under this roof lives
a cat and four students
in the garden
the cat climbs the jujube tree
hunting for gormless sparrows
© G.s.k. ‘15
Though the fruit of the jujube is often called red date, Chinese dates, Korean dates, or Indian dates, they are in fact nothing at all like a date. They look (and taste) like tiny apples as I discovered this fall at my son’s house. Bastet
this day is over
burning up in splendid pinks
phoenix ‘s rebirth
over rainbows
some find their nirvana
other’s more rain
shooting a sunset
could be a glorious dawn
until it’s over
over the years
drops of cement harden hearts
too many repairs
the song is over
the silence of the moment
vibrant echoes
© G.s.k. ‘15
over the fence
some say the grass is greener
over the fence
an ancient fence
old, distorted and crumpled
like old age
lines and squiggles
in a black and white world
no shades of green
© G.s.k. ‘15
(as I wrote request these last three haiku upon her request I dedicate them to Barb Taub)
Photo Credits for Jen’s Lightening
hugging her pillow
the child trembles fearfully –
a raging storm
storms in the deserts
too many jinns are afreets
dressed up like men
Afghanistan
as a storm of bombs fall
hospital burns
three doctors killed in a flash
without hearing the thunder
fearful child trembles –
the raging storms of mankind
far from her bed
she only fears the thunder
echoing in the mountains
© G.s.k. ‘15
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Noreen Crone-Findlay talks about the crafts she loves with her friend, Tottie Tomato. They'll be sharing tutorials, how to's and step by steps for spool knitting, crochet, doll making, small loom weaving, wood working, paper crafts and all manner of other fun crafts. This is a family friendly blog.
Random musings, observations and thoughts from inside a VW camper van.
Poetry. Art. Book Reviews.
a forum for the study of the materialism and ontology of finance
Written Thoughts are unlocked Treasures of the mind...
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Observations and views from a different set of eyes
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An Artist's Eyes Never Rest
Poems
A Blog of Books and Literature
Misk Cooks
wāhine on the go
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Carpe Diem's Tanka Splendor is part of the Carpe Diem Haiku Family. It's a weekly tanka-meme in which you can write and share tanka inspired on a given prompt every Saturday (mostlty, sometimes it will be on another day).
Haiku inspired (mostly) by my walks in and around Eastbourne
Often rough and filled with switchbacks, the road this child of God is traveling Home.
poetry... mostly...
About fantastical places and other stuff
MALTAWAY TRAVEL per Viaggi, Corsi Inglese e Incentive - maltawaytravel.wordpress.com
a happenstance journal
Who, What, When, Where, How & Why
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