Poetry/Australia – Page 177 – Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Solitary, Haiku

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

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Dual Haiku

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

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

Haiku. A Window Voice

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

Finding Today

Day Lily And Love

I’m going for a procedure this morning, a bronchoscopy, an examination of my lungs. Hopefully they’ll have some good results for me, and I’m able to go home soon, so I can tend to my Day Lily.

Upon my pillow I sleep

Good morning, I do peek

From the cushion of my dreams

A pads radiating beams

Blushing red hues, oh so bright

You bloom during the night

After cuddling the dew

You open up your scenic view.

Flowering, standing proud and steep

Perfection at my feet

A glorious Lily, like wings of a dove

And by Day you air your love

Isolation Time

I’ve been hidden away

Out of sight

Out of harm’s way

Locked in my room

A poet Pharaoh’s tomb

Or a butterfly’s cocoon

There’s a shining light in my bubble

On top of all my rubble

Above the deathly quietness

I’m a lonesome chick in his nest

Or a bear with a sore head

Hibernating in his bed

Tucked away for winter

Living in an Eskimo’s igloo

Day after day, I’m wearing old

Isolation my saviour, from the cold

Below And Beyond

I’ve been given a pusher

The bullet train’s due

Woosh, and I’ll be away

Beyond what the eye can see

Below the seven levels

Where the big round catz hang out

I’ll be laying low

Ready for the scan

The job was a buzz

I’m back to reality

Now waiting for the game results

Today’s another new day

Lines To Nowhere

My curtains were opened

I saw a setting eclipse

And I decided to walk

To the south side of the moon

Taking my own spoon

I heard there’s a cheese-cake tasting

A sweet crumbly base

Topped with blueberries and cream

Life’s not about lying in bed

I’ll meet you for a kiss

After school

Down by the old pool

Afterlife

Dear readers, as most of you might know , I’m in hospital, and now my energy levels are low, so there’ll be no new poems for a while. I’ll post a few of my older poems, today’s is “Afterlife” originally written July 2012.

Why am I so adamant that I need to fight

Feeling this chasm of pain every night

Why am I so adolescent about my plight

Longing for the love, the affection, of no-one in sight

Why am I so uncertain within myself

Desiring relief and a remedy for my health

Why am I so sorry for my lost time on the shelf

Pining after my souls drowned wealth

Why am I still shaken, afraid of life

Thinking there’s only loneliness without my wife

Why am I still heartsick, pierced like a knife

Wondering if there’ll ever be anymore afterlife

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