Leaves dancing to the ineluctable rhythm the tap of raindrops
Morning Dew
Droplet on leaf point The world is reflected out pure in miniature
October morning
Early obscuring Cool mist low in the dawn air Slowly breathing in
Haiku practice
I read that writing a Haiku each day can help to create inspiration so I thought I'd give it a try. I thought I'd post them for fun, not taking myself too seriously here!
The Tree of Life
“It is more than a tree.” He tells me. I stop, shading my eyes from the harsh Madagascan sun, staring at him in frustration. He seems so at ease in this the land of his birth, standing coolly looking back at me with eyes soft, dark, and unknowable as the night skies (which always feel … Continue reading The Tree of Life
The quiet places
Alone in the quiet places of whispers, Sighs and prayers where words Are solemnly kept in black and white I unfurl I unfurl I unfurl In the gentle music of the rolling tide At setting sun where the seagull soars And cries of longing the freedom of the air I unfurl, I unfurl, I unfurl … Continue reading The quiet places
The light of day
Here, in the dark, I can't move on. The path is lost, the light is gone. No star above to show the way Nor mem'ry of a brighter day . I can't go on, I can't be led, I have a rock stuck in my head All night I roll it here around On the … Continue reading The light of day
Hiding in plain sight
I borrow a smile, or a gesture. The way he walks, The way she styles her hair, A certain laugh, A way to shake a hand. I pin these things I find to my chest Like discarded leaves from the forest floor, Dead layers of camouflage, But underneath I disappear.
Catching fish
Together in the water, Knee deep in it, I feel so unsteady, uncertain, It might as well be up to my neck. My surefooted neighbour stands poised, Keenly watching the flow, Understanding the form and movement, Knowing when to dip and flip out a fish. I don't see what she sees. The patterns of the … Continue reading Catching fish
A time to rest
And now it’s night and so to bed To soothe this aching in my head. To let the bright of day depart And rest this burdened mind and heart. This busy world too much to bear, So much to do and not much care, A thousand things and all are tough, My fragile mind is … Continue reading A time to rest
E. Travelli 