Tag Archives: dawn

Joy #midnighthaiku

Sleepers awaken Shrill alarms rouse the city Small voices sing joy

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Vernissage #midnighthaiku

Winter’s portrait glows Beneath a varnish of rain Celebrating dawn * When I lived in Paris, hanging out with the artists in Montmartre, a ‘vernissage’ was always an excuse to party. Originally, the name applied to the days preceding an … Continue reading

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Cup #midnighthaiku

A chalice of stone Capturing the dawn-lit sky I drink in beauty *  

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Who wants to live forever?

Morning lights the east with liquid flame as the earth and I shrink into ourselves, frozen and pensive. Even so, with such beauty as this you almost wish you could live forever so the memory of it would never fade. … Continue reading

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Passion #midnighthaiku

The journey begins From promise to fulfilment Ice and fire meet

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Hope #midnighthaiku

Beyond the darkness Where nightmares shadows linger Dawn’s light is calling *

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Wave #midnighthaiku

* Day dawns jewel toned A wave of hope floods the sky Wakeful dreamers gift *

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Dawn #midnighthaiku

  * Another dawn blooms Possibilities offered Adventures begin * (Playtime starts early Ignoring any protest The ball is in play 😉 )  

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Web #midnighthaiku

* Fragile filaments Tremble at dawn’s offering Light’s sanctuary * For Colleen’s poetry challenge

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Here and Now

The problem with living in a downstairs flat is that there is no upstairs. This may sound obvious, but when you have lived in a house almost all your life, with an upstairs, you tend to forget. Many times I … Continue reading

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