Under the breath of the wind Under the breath of the wind Is the echo of a heartbeat The first cry of a newborn child The whisper of bare feet The gnawing growl of hunger Creak of fist in leather glove Wasted wishes on stars Empty promises of love
Category: Journal
My daily journal: comments, thoughts and poetry on daily events.
A mid-week tanka
Broken Leaf flapping on twig, Limp as from a broken wrist, Waves a last goodbye To the colours of autumn Before winter’s chilly blast
Broadband is back!
On Monday I did something I haven’t done for a while – I went for a walk with my camera and took in the local scenery in the late afternoon, when the sky and the light were interesting. I used a couple as writing prompts yesterday. The first one is a concrete poem, kind of in the […]
Off-line for a few days
I will not be able to post anything until after Thursday as Broadband is down. I am sorry for any inconvenience or disappointment. See you all after Thursday. Addendum: I have been able to get back on-line briefly and amend the spelling mistake! No excuse. 😦
Waiting for Sunday to come around
We are going to visit my mother on Sunday. She is in a home over a hundred miles from where we live and it is getting harder and harder to visit her as dementia is eating her memory away. She cannot remember my name but still recognises me; every time we visit I am greeted by […]
A Sunday sestet
Overcast The day is overcast and sombre, The sky a shimmering quicksilver, Ponderous clouds squeeze the atmosphere And droplets of rain are fresh and clear, Inspiring muted green, blue and grey – A watery palette on a rainy day.
We went to see a play last night…
and another one this afternoon! Theatre When the lights go down A magic spell is woven By human beings
I love the sound and smell of steam trains…
and many years ago took my first trip on North Norfolk Poppy Line. I hope to do it again soon. The Poppy Line With a dragon’s sigh, The heavy locomotive is ready to depart; One last wave goodbye, A gentle tug and the journey starts. In clouds of billowing smoke, The train passes a signalman, […]
Sometimes we just have to stand still and take it all in
Standing at dusk A low October sun Skims the panorama At its horizon, Sinking behind Elevated fields. From a nearby copse Comes the whispering And chattering Of birds Settling for the night. A raucous skein of geese Scrawls across The expanding Norfolk sunset A haiku to dusk. Image found on Pinterest
Oddquain
I recently came across this poetic form on ladyleemanila’s blog and thought it quite fitting for the image of a sculpture we photographed on a trip to Bratislava. Odd How Odd the head In the market square Big white ugly magnetic Odd
writing in north norfolk 