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sweet fall of snow

all colour lost from the earth

marsh-mallow trees

– * –

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.

The Stream

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two banks
ever awaiting a bridge
a stream flowing by

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Sometimes we need to be brave and reach out even though we risk rejection. 

A haiku written in response to Bodhisattvaintraining‘s post: That Question Again


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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

– * –

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

– * –

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 Desert

– * –

backs to the wind

fell-ponies thirst watching

water blow as sand

– * –

across the fell-side

frost over ice hisses:

“deny even the roots!”

– * –

through frosted windows

even puddles are hollow


– * –

from shivering winds

insulated – the white hill

below its blanket

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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!


quietly seeking

a remedy for all ills

just stopping … standing


my heart beats loudly

even drawing a cold breath



after all action

has vented meaninglessly

let non-action speak



just for a moment

nations pause


after the bugle

nothing further to hear

just echoing silence

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