Shine, hail, or snow The moon glows and grows Into the wizard’s noble silver disc
“It’s Time, to make wish” Before the magical foil Shrinks and recoils Behind the earth’s orbital shadow Now bestowed with a sooty air flow From all the Wars surplus ammo
A ‘Tu-aiku’ is my name for Dual Haiku, and here, my first stanza is a Japanese style of Haiku with only 9 syllables, and the second stanza is a standard English version, a 5-7-5 syllable count
Hail (a Tu-aiku)
Stones of ice Fingers go numb Cheeks burn
Birds gracefully glide Into the freezing hailstones Snails calmly slither
This morning I attended the Dome Poetry Group’s monthly meeting, and the theme/topic was to present a “Haibun”. ‘Falling’, is the Haibun I wrote for the group to peruse.
Haibun Definition:In a haibun, the prose section provides a descriptive narrative or a personal essay-like passage, while the haiku serves as a brief, poetic moment or reflection that complements the prose. The prose typically describes a scene, a journey, an experience, or a memory in a concise and vivid manner, often incorporating sensory details and emotional insights.
Falling (a Haibun)
On this day 24 years ago. I abruptly awoke. I was struggling to breathe, and my right arm and leg felt strange. I did not know I was having a stroke. I struggled and fell out of bed. My tumble woke my wife, Carole, and I could see the anguish or fear in her eyes. Somehow, I was able to ring “000“, and slur enough information for them to locate me. Fortunately, the ambulance guys knew of Carole’s condition and promptly organized the appropriate health agencies to have her minded and cared for.
In 2017, the Magpie was voted The Australian ‘Bird of the Year’ They are playful, cheeky, and enjoy sunbathing Magpies are caring parents, and recognise people And uniquely the magpie’s song Is one of Australia’s most quintessential sounds
So, on this special spring day Friday the 13th of September I, now decree it to be “International Magpie Day”
It was “our”48th Anniversary on the 10th of September, and my Throwback poem was written when I was recovering from 2nd and 3rd strokes, and of course, during that time I was not allowed to drive …
Whispering Flowers (Tullawalla, page 41)
Whispering Flowers
I went shopping this morning To buy her flowers For our anniversary day A bus trip to the local florist Then I boarded another bus to the cemetery My first time on a bus carrying flowers Bouquet in hand, on I hopped You could’ve heard a pin drop Over the silence, I heard solemn whispers The men on the bus, courteously nodded And the ladies knowingly smiled Gratified, I dipped my cap in acknowledgement Then I started to sense the day’s emotions arise And with my honesty glowing, I felt proudly special
This evening, I am reciting this poem at the ‘lowercase’ open mic night, for their theme, “Ultraviolet”. Also, over at Weekly Prompts, the Wednesday challenge is, Invisibility. and obliquelymy poem nearly fits the prompt … Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here.
Swallowed by the Sun (Revised, Oct 2023)
On a fiery hot suburban street Cobblestones are melting the crowd’s feet Bursting blisters, of the ignorant Burning souls, in the innocent Ultraviolet rays are scorching everyone Our world is being swallowed by the sun Oh, what have we humans done
All the rivers are running dry Fish lie on barren land, wanting to die Polar icebergs are often seen gliding by Penguins are moaning without their icy slides And you’ll hear the baby whales cry As the ocean, sadly waves us goodbye Our Angel’s wings are singed and they cannot fly Old Mother Earth is quickly going awry And Father Time is forever asking why
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “The Road East”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-road-east/