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haiga 1
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Reading
Mind hangs lazy
on the hazy edge of real
Couch cozy days
scented with drifts of laughter
wafting from beyond
the wall
A sleepy Sunday…. Monday?
Whenday
Drifting between the pages
time bound, unbound, unravelled
remade
beating to the rhythm of the page
Who is me?
synapses patterning
to the texture of the tale
lines blurring
merging
emerging
lifetimes traversing
And somehow all of me
before and now, is more than
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song of comfort
(new version)
memories hum
with scented refrain
of seasons’ drift
drowsy sun
turning
winters cradled in
silver down…
an eternal song
merging
here, then, now
breathe the wind
touch the colours
feel the earth
dust motes whirl
on a passing breeze
a fleeting kiss
wandering atoms
weaving
dancing home to
timeless pulse ~
unified whole
mingling
souls gone by
feel the earth
taste the air
sing the wind
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The Emptiness
— elegy in retrospect —
and still I count
that measureless time
when you were here
the relentless
procession of moments
since you were not
again – again – again
the flickering sunrise aches
in weighty silence
no friendly bell again to sound
in time for a cosy cup
the empty sky of a loaded day
coldly backlights the loss of tensegrity
once gift-wrapped in your hug
each orbit of the sun less vibrant
without you
my friend
time an aspect of space
that ebbs and flows
each day
and vacant eons slowly fill
the space
you left behind
and still I count
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Core
exhale
awareness nestling into velvet silence
sound, touch, sigh of the world
softly settling into stillness
words drift unspooling
feathers of paper ash
melting on a breath
mind releasing
falling aside
depthless
timeless
here
now
am
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haiku 5
delicate remnants
brighter than reflected life
once butterfly
Victory Memorial Gardens, Wagga Wagga
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Impression
Memories whisper to the wind.
Gossamer remnants gentled and sifted
in timeless, endless eddies.
Lightly drifting
settling softly on they, we, me.
Do you hear them?
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ocean fire
the colour white —
symbol of purity, clarity, serenity, wisdom….. and death
oceans deep
our gardens fade
in relentless choking
heat
sunshine swells
we stretch content
with shade cloth ever in
reach
blind eyes smile
in careless pleasure
a coral reef sprinkled
white
heedless yet
of the colour death
seeping the seabeds’
crown
brittled teeth
in death mask grin
bared against the
tide
a ghost reef gleams
under crystal jade
an echo of lifetimes
past
our loss too
we crabs in a kettle
blithely simmering into the night‘ocean fire’ was inspired by the ongoing work of the Coral Gardeners, as documented beautifully in their five-minute film ‘Ocean on Fire – Who listens when the ocean cries for help?’
https://youtu.be/YD7vhWFXjdI?si=40DJQHEikrUbUhTL
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