Exploring new forms - Tanka

Spring steps forward now
her gown sweeps like gentle rain

she smiles down as sun

waking sleeping plants softly
sprinkling love to all found.

A mothers love, dear friend

I felt her pain hitting me, howling on the winds of Maine,
her tears cut into my skin, lashing like ice laden rain,

sorrowful was her heart, for injustice from the start,
she yearns to hold her child, without memories defiled,

now a soldier of war, a man with family and more,
maybe he didn't realise, the pain his absence provides,

yet still the boy inside, wanting for his father's eyes,
willing to forgive all, for just one chance to stand tall,

save your tears dear friend, for history will out in the end,
those were not wasted years, you care to much to pretend,

for every little sacrifice, with all the scars cut on your life,
your path may be hard to walk, but you are far more than talk,

right from the start, you were an angel, to our hearts,
you understood our pain, helped us back up again,

so please understand, you are so much more,
than just a mother now, my sweet dear friend.

Tyntesfield (A pair of Gogyohka)

Wandering ~ in peaceful solitude ~ they wondered ~ in awe of beautiful surrounds ~ did not realise the grounds were closed

 Sunlit today ~ her naked beauty ~ a sight to behold ~ paradigm shift ~ Now scaffolding unfolded



(Picture kindly provided by Mr N Baker - Frozen in time images)

My Friend (Poetry)

It was a fascination, an unexplained obsession,
a need that had to be pursued, I know not why,
I give up asking, but know, that this happened for a reason.

Was this reason for, or because of you,
Maybe, my destiny, a need to become more,
than I ever hope for, to feel a personal success,

Yet as the story unfolds, I find gems,
worth more than bullion gold,
the chance encounters, with poetic souls,

The gifted ones, who with a stroke of the pen,
reduce me to tears, or transport me, to another domain,
who feed me, with food for my heart and mind,

Who humble me, with a kindness of the soul,
strength in the face of adversity, the like I have never known,
Touch by passion, to instill change, upon the world,

So I thank you, most kindly my friend,
for such a perfect introduction,
and for the candle flame, lit for me,
leading me out of the crowded darkness.

Sunrise has moved on

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Posted in 'The nance marie Daily' with grateful thanks to Peter Wilkin  http://bit.ly/fR09AI

Sunrise

This morning when I woke,
I could not have known,
no knowledge did I have,
of what was to become,

As I started my journey,
It crept up from behind,
A tease in my rear view mirror,
Just a little glimpse of heaven,

Compelled to stop, I obeyed,
Turning to admire,
The full canvas uncovering,
Sunrise of the new day,

First a delicate pink,
Surrounded by indigo clouds,
with tinge of golden yellow,
Inky blue blackness fading fast,

Then like a crescendo,
The colours flood the sky,
Burning orange bleeds,
as molten gold erupts,

I cannot tear my eyes away,
the beauty is too great,
drawn into the moment,
I stand alone in awe,

finally, when it feels like,
It could not ever improve,
Dawn steps out her bed,
It the most delicate of blues.

Good morning world, I love you.

This dance

What is this dance, I know it well,
yet never have we met,
we circle together, feeling the steps,

like magnets, we are pushed and pulled,
as if against our will, but willingly we meet,
once more, we stare uncomprehending,

the force that draws, beyond the laws,
of known human emotion, circle we must,
for this energy creates, sparks of iridescence,

in timeless space, our sparks do grace,
the air and dreams anew, so here I stand,
a breath a way, still not understanding.