Emerging from brooding sea
she has grown feet and is dancing.
What are feet for if not dancing?
She is like a child who ….
Please click through in this link to read the rest of this poem of innocence. I hope you enjoy it.
image is a Photograph by Ervin Janek.
Here are some notebook pages done at a time of extreme grief. I didn’t even know I was functioning at the time. A lot of the colour is just about giving my hands something to do. At the time I was reading….
all at one
with the village lights
though we thought it dead
The rest of the post (the series of images, haiku and blah) here
There is a woman playing fife
at the bottom of the sea.
Now, if you think that sounds impossible,
then this is not your poem.
In this poem
she certainly is playing the fife
and the sound that it makes
is the sound ….
A bit of info and the rest of the poem is here. Hope you enjoy it.
The image is by Ervin Janek and it is a photograph
If you haven’t had a look at my new blog, it is at belindabroughton.com. Sooner or later I will shift over there permanently so I hope you will add the link to your readers. Thank you, dear Audience Members. Isn’t it wonderful to not have to work in the vacuum that creative endeavours can be? I wonder if Emily Dickinson lived now, if she would be blogging rather than putting her poems in the drawer.
Sometimes, by chance, because I have hot hands,
I hold the hands of old women, so thin and papery and cold,
as if you can feel life ebbing away already.
Dying takes a very long time for some.
Because of embarrassment, it is always too short a hold
but I would like my heat to course into them,
loosen their joints …..
A poem about compassion, ageing and love. Please read it here
intricate memory of blood splatter lichen
These are part of a series of photos, paintings and haiku about Australia, Country, aboriginal issues.
“Country” in this context is: In Aboriginal English, a person’s land, sea, sky, rivers, sites, seasons, plants and animals; place of heritage, belonging and spirituality; is called ‘Country’. (Source)
The rest of the post including more poems, info, and more and better images here.
My father studied clouds
but for months at a time
there were none.
At sundown he hung up his hat
and took off his boots.
He washed his face and hands.
Mum moved the hose and…
More here on my new blog. Please come on over and have a look and leave a comment so I won’t be lonely!
New haiga over at my new blog.: Goat Skin Thoughts
I hope you’ll enjoy it.
My Simple how-to for writing haiku. ‘After 20 years writing haiku and getting them published, I feel qualified to share my knowledge.’
Plus one haiku, some links and a crow. (Every discourse about haiku needs a crow.)
The willow does not ask what it is.
It does not lament things not done
nor worry about what it should do.
It stands in brilliant autumn yellow
tinged orange by the darkening of the world.
Soon night will come
and the willow will……
the rest here