the painter

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upon each wave

little boat you spent all the tide

pulling and pulling

the bow that tethered you fast

slips silently through my hand

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painted love

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if you depict a bird

then give her room to fly

and if she’ll not come back to you

then do not ever cry

for in the sky she soars

one day you might just see

how happily she flies so wild

above the moors so free

if you should care to hark

into the wind so fleet

perhaps you’ll hear upon the breeze

her song so soft and sweet

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a tenet of Japanese sumi-e painting:

if you depict a bird – give it space to fly

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sweet fall of snow

all colour lost from the earth

marsh-mallow trees

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dancing on my tongue

what taste this prickle

purely ice melting

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a ‘Damien Hirst’

white upon white – upon white?

tasteless but nouveau!

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Remembrance by Damien Hirst

Remembrance by Damien Hirst

The theme at Haiku-Heights is … Snow

Image © Damien Hirst

The Silence

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I have no words

just the silence of respect

let peace be found.

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A haiku written in response to the post by unfetteredbs.

I don’t know… should I even post these thoughts? It feels like I have a guilt of ego at a time when ego should have no place.

In contrast, let each person speak – or hold as they so choose – according to how they would wish to convey their respects.

Let the fear of disturbing silence never stand in the way of broaching an issue that would interrupt such horrors ever again occurring.


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One day I thought that I’d found love

but could not hold it tight

the hardest thing I ever did

was to let that love take flight

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I watch an object falling:

it falls away to nought

and the only thing that’s left behind

is the figment of a thought

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I saw then how you fell from me

and I fell right into space

the only thing I could keep in mind

was the vision of your face

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Then one day you came back to me –

walked right into my heart

now our love will be forever true

and we shall never part

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Let me lift you to the heights

and watch you pale the sun

and compare your beauty with the moon

when our day is done

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The Modern Way

I dwell in possibilities,
frequently focussing
the do-it-yourself scholar,
the original story
the man I visited –
I know a man …

There is a word –
where I was treated,
may the silence break –
I look forward to being
away with the fairies,
in a secure ward,
a friend-list;
no peace of mind,
second prize in friendly street –
a PHD dissertation –
the Commonplace Book
poetry season opens with a bang
I’ll never get to sleep
no flowers on the Psych Ward
still time to enroll –
fill the refugee camps!
One last immersion –
mis-representation –
back into it:
an excellent defence!