Daylight is leaving
sliding away with the tide
yachts taking shelter
safely in Torquay harbour
but their masts betray them still
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
Threshold
Gate do you lead out or enclose?
climb steps through the overgrown green
close in for winter in the underworld
hide behind bars wrought and curved
like a rusty shepherds crook
then cross the threshold to who knows where
a return to joy, trust the rock hewn pathway
a final look and then turn your back on loss
Gate do you enclose or lead out?
across the fields to the river’s torrent
stride to the estuary panorama
always wondering about the opposite shore
somewhere over there west of the river
south of the channel south of land fall
and twenty degrees west joy will be found
forge ahead travel forward with purpose
to distant horizons hot and dry
wander like a gypsy-o swaying to the future
trusting the uncertain pathway
Twin Seat
Reminiscent of medieval windows
In repose against an ancient wall
Twinned seats in iron wrought
Languishing until the return of spring
To warm and settle the metal
Into a welcoming retreat
Until then you chill the cheeks
Of any brave or foolish souls
Who linger in the sleeping garden
Unblessed by loves gentle glow
I haven’t tried the Daily Prompt at WordPress before, but somehow today it touched me, so I’m having a try. Michelle W. says . . .
‘Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SEVEN.’
I decided to haiku, here are my attempts.
Love
By seeking inside
first nurture and love yourself
then love you will attract
Pain
Bursting from my skin
searing, I must be alive
all consuming pain
Joy
Tiniest new growth
changing each new day
girl child brings me joy
Peace
Stillness of the dawn
a golden hour full of peace
before the world awakes
Death
Never far away
somewhere someone nears death
may it be timely
Freedom
No more oppression
human struggle for an end
eternal freedom
Thankful
Open wide your heart
abundance is yours, accept
always be thankful
See more over at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/10/28/daily-prompt-seven/
Flaming acer leaves
now that summer is over
last bright offering
season sends you tumbling
trickling over the fall
This week Celestine Nudanu has joined me and has created a wonderful tanka based on my photo, visit her and have a look. http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2013/10/17/a-tanka-autumn/ Join in too if you feel like it!
Druantia
Once I was fertile fecund my flowers
were the favoured of bees by the swarm
birds spread my seed unaware of north south divide
now I stand hacked worn and idle baking in the sun
with most of the life sucked from me
but my foot is damp there is hope yet
should you move me a few steps to this rich earth
I may send down roots
But perhaps you would prefer to preserve
rescue me I am of good wood
and will outlast these pitiful shrubs that surround me
just oil me polish me to a shine
I’ll stand as statue in a palatial pleasure gallery
and be stroked by appreciative hands