Under fingertips The rough planed woodiness dips Into a smooth knot A dark brown ring in blond pine A perfect imperfection © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Tag: Blogging
My thoughts and questions about blogging.
Carpe Diem Haiku #868
This is based on a real experience that seemed surreal at the time. In a country lane A flying deer jumped one hedge Then cleared the other
Turning of the Tide
A tanka for the last Friday of this November Turning of the tide Shifts shape and mood of seascape Small boats creak and groan In watercolour rainbows And a gush of salty foam © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Pigeon Steps in the Dark
Insomnia And restlessness reign Filling the night With closed-eye hallucinations Moon, stars and black holes Cast their shadows on your face Ticklish webs of confusion Forcing you to face phantoms Leave the covers’ comfort Play grandmother’s footsteps In fizzing phosphene Pigeon steps in the dark © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Shock and Shame
Your heartbeat skips a gap in time with the shock electric jolt of realisation blurs your vision fades in and then cuts to shame […]
Sunset, 25th November 2015
Glowing orange coin Slides into the slot of night A fanfare of light Draws drapes of purple and red Sends majestic sun to bed © Kim M. Russell, 2015 No image required
A Chilly Morning in Prague
Picture a chilly morning on Charles Bridge, Dodging phantoms emerging from the fog, Peering at statues lurking at the edge: A promenade to the Old Square in Prague. Already buzzing, a crowd has gathered At the southern side of the Old Town Hall; Their faces are upturned like sunflowers To the golden disc adorning the […]
Midweek Haiku
Wednesday wanders in Neither beginning nor end A mid-week crisis
Two haikus for the Carpe Diem HWT
Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques #20 Paradox Despite decades and Miles between us, yesterday Is still our today. Capturing senses Bound by imagination Freeing sights and sounds © Kim M. Russell, 2015
Oh Christmas Tree
Oh Christmas Tree Christmas is coming. Outside I see the gaunt trunk and brittle branches of a forgotten Christmas tree, planted in the garden years ago in between the wanton wiry willows, silently clamouring for weak winter light. Instead of tinsel frost glitters instead of baubles icicles tinkle instead of angels tiny birds peck at […]
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