Category Archives: Poetry

January

Cool breath of marble lingers Kissing eternity Blushing glass ghosts Secret embrace remembered Soft porcelain morning Wakes from night Sacred sisters dance With stars And flowers melt Ice-prisoned hearts

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Heal #midnighthaiku

Healing from without Magical remedies sought Wishes in the wind * Embracing what is Without blame or bitterness Healing from within *

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Washed #midnighthaiku

A silver morning Veiling pall of misery Washed clean by cloudbursts

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Eurynome…

* I sing to the moon. I pray to the moon.  I cry with the moon,   and she tells me the ‘why ?’   of beauty and the beast… * Continue reading at France & Vincent

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Found #midnighthaiku

Wild places calling Memories whisper of home Longing torn in two Cloistered and sheltered waiting Freedom found only within  

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‘Cadged’?…

* Did Turpin’s Troupe Drop him Deep in the Soup? * That Devil’s cast of scallywags and wild haired, grinning hags… who still adorn the plastered walls in Glory’s glossy prima-face. There now to tease and please the local populace. … Continue reading

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Pure #midnighthaiku

Clean or destructive Water finds its own level Always pure at heart

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Transformation #midnighthaiku

Winter’s purity Ceding place to summer skies Looked for with longing Where is the sorrow Exchanging earth for heaven When two become one

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Silenced #midnighthaiku

Wide horizons missed Human stories left untold Silenced by lockdown *

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Flight…

* As the narrow-boat’s snout tickled the under-bridge, Black-Jack cut the engine and peered through the white gloom… A landing-official waved his stray arm in greeting, the lights beyond him intimated warmth and festivity. An Owl screeched! Black-Jack turned to … Continue reading

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