Haiku:
Shelter
Shady under me
I’m a hospital Pine tree
A bench seat for three
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Haiku:
Shelter
Shady under me
I’m a hospital Pine tree
A bench seat for three
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
A Haiku
Coastal
A strong coastal wind
Blowing sand across bare dunes
Vegetation gone
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
I would like to thank Christine Bolton of “Poetry for healing” for her prompt and inspiration, for me to write this Haiku. Please Click >> Here. To look at her glorious site and poems
January
Cloudless happy days
Sunlight kisses everything
Feeling warm within
Ivor Steven (c) 2019
Today I’ve written a quote, and then at the same time, I’ve converted the quote, into a Haiku. I’ll give you the quote first, then the Haiku
Quote: The Edge
“Life, is living on the edge
There’s no bottom nor top
Moving sideways is enough” – Ivor Steven
Haiku: The Edge
Living on the edge
Moving sideways is enough
No bottom nor top
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Tribal; A Haiku
I’m a proud member
A player in the world team
Now I’ve left the tribe
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Dawn Eyes: A Dual Haiku
Dawn eyes remain shut
Tiredness consuming my head
The birds are quiet
Eyes wide, looking up
I feel the ceiling crush down
Heavy sheets, like lead
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
Haiku
Solitary, thank you to Sue of Nan’s Farm, for inspiring me to write this instant Haiku. Featured Image above, my window in the centre, level seven, room 5.
Four walls surround me
Isolation inundates
Permeates my head
Ivor Steven (c)
Reflect
Cloud level seven
A step closer to heaven
My time to reflect
Green
Green’s my spring colour
Sparkle on my angel’s wings
Green makes my heart sing
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
This haiku was a very sad piece for me to write. Personally, the words are an ode/tribute to our grandniece, Georgia, who was only 20…… Please, I’m ok, I’m wishing my words are appropriately good enough for the poor child lost….
A Flower Gone
In a sea of lights
She, an unpicked bloom, wilted
Young and fresh, now gone
Ivor Steven (c) 2018
The featured image above, is taken from Leonard Cohen’s, Book of Longing, page 154.
Haiku
A Window Voice
I cannot hear the bird
Singing in the window tree
Birds are the free voice
Ivor Steven (c) 2018