12 Years a Sinner. God, beside me throughout this internment, Forgive our meeting’s sudden adjournment. This clutching messenger bows in reverence Despite our stayéd throng’s rueful severance. Depart not from me, for I am still artless, And do wend this wicked wasteland chartless Seeking worthy redemption fervently In sacraments applied observantly. Lead me onwards to…
Month: August 2020
Morning Haiku – 50
Mirror through window. Both have me in the glass jail Without reflection.
My city is dark. It’s lights meditate midnight. It’s serious hum connects with deeper shadows in deep alleyways in the boughs of bleak boroughs now hung with darkness like a wreath of dead roses. Night is still like that, looking out over starlit evening thoughts of what was, what is, what could be when nights…
Morning Haiku – 49
The cat waves goodbye To Summer, the last warming Rays cuddling it.
Pines plaintively sway, silhouetted by the moon. Easterly mountain, topped with snowy fringed bonnet, weeping waterfalls enough to flow bitter streams into ponds, bereft, where Koy wish for something more and my old reflection sighs. Ripples twist my face into strange mementos of my wildly grown youth carved by Time’s keen Katana and tattered by…
Morning Haiku – 48
Further down the path A bend with choice, leaves and me, undecidedly.
Modern Life Is Rubbish. “Modern life is rubbish”, Old Tom Clifford knows Waking every day at six To get his deadly daily fix, Smoking twenty so his cancer grows. See him off down Taunton road again To get in before his boss – Tardiness only makes him cross – He hopes his heart can take…
Morning Haiku – 47
Change jangles in my Pocket, as the lights switch from Red to green, I go.
Beyond the mill the river slows her pace To pool and calm the anxious breaching Dace. The river, wide and deep and banked by rushes Paints supple waving fronds with deft weed brushes. Her tangled curves weave knotted rafts of scrub From fallen trees to shield the shoals of Chub And darting packs of Pike…
Morning Haiku – 46
Death grins in shadow as busy veiled irises Dilate pointlessly.