Sunday, May 31, 2015

Latest Spring Drops

etsy.com

~ 1 ~

May flowers
Hudson River pilgrimage
Draw more eyes

~ 2 ~

Turkey photoshoot
Memorial Thanksgiving
Wish…I could fly…

~ 3 ~

Divergent
May rain wash up everything
Choose your intention

~ 4 ~

Rainy Cat & Dog
Caught up at the drop of hat
Forge ahead to hide

~ 5 ~

Mars squares up Neptune
Shut up. Wait until next week
Misunderstanding


~ 6 ~

Scorpio moon
Blur real from fiction
How he feels about me…

~ 7 ~

Upbeat day
Follow wind springing season
Adjusting sails.

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Saturday, May 30, 2015

Passing time

'The passing of the time' by Priscilla Santana ~ deviantart.com


His grown thin transparent skin
exposed to keen observer,          
the witness of life still running
through veins, arthritic bones.

Embraced by vascular dystonia,
shriveled, while at core –
Rodin’s thinker and trickster,
requires returning the throne... 



Read more at: B&P's Shadorma & Beyond

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Thirst is real

Lake District, UK

                 Perhaps, sometimes, in thirst to fit
we may pretend as little puddles;
they, when not looking, crawling
to the new place – pedestrians
to timeless grass and weeds,
observed by motley walls,
prosperous lands & mountains…

I see your silhouette in black-white
letters/words/spaces of blogged pace;
ah, how many laced holes!
you wear those layers of ‘all right’
between asserted accelerated voyages…

heart chambers filled with sighs of
hidden echoing emotions, wounds,
restrained thoughts, and feelings
moved inward to find the center of
gravity, establish rank and order...

who'll dare to break through once 
despite the locked windows and doors,
remind to the strayed world, steeped in
the bloody monetary monster,
a true story of the wondrous souls…

Perhaps, sometimes, when thirst is real
we bow to the liberating rain…

Google image

Note: Inspired by work of  Kumiharu Shimizu, I've continued the theme 'thirst' from last haiku post...
Thanks for reading!

Saturday, May 23, 2015

May be May




~ 1~

To complete
One leap
Over the sea

~2~

O, how iridescent
I rise in the morning
Face iris glory

~3~

Dandelion’s dream
Among enlightened hearts
A prodigy child

~4~

May happens too fast
Green grass stems graduation
Feast pass over fall

~5~

Left out in the woods
All five senses departed
Besides haiku mode

~6~

They are full of wisdom
Burning to the end of days
Misread the blooming

~7~

Discovery time
Bifurcated Yin & Yang
Lead in Scarborough

~8~

Shadows are dreaming
What if we tame the clouds
Embraced by sky light

~9~

Jagged life path
Thirst brought you here
My intimate friend



Note: Most of  haiku here inspired by art of  Kumiharu Shimizu


Haiku #9 - 3WW prompt: intimate, jagged, thirst

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Sunday, May 17, 2015

To some extent

artwork by Ulrike Bolenz ~ Magpie Tales


Not even a glue
would help to trace/save
the path left by
my righteous logical mind
N years ago…

The dot/dashed line
when given closer look
got blurred and pulled
into 5D world of
angles & trajectories…

Brain tried and gave up
to follow…

The vibrant wave has reached
the heart and veiled, subdued
all feelings to one, clairsentience…       

New life pushed upward
through obscurity to
non judgmental
flexible growth
adaptable, free of
opposition…

The period of new promotion
has  approached…


Read more at: Magpie Tales

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Yesterday

ink5000 ~ deviantart.com


He holds sun in one hand,
moon – in another,-
lighted up candles,
to find rushed off
yesterday;
prodigal vagabond
settled in the tavern
grieving yet smiling
with tears…

Suddenly he roars
in the ceiling,
(making the gravel
outside to sound
a treasure like),
followed by longing
whisper…

and we learn: there are
no two lives alike,
‘there is no prophet
in our homeland…’

Sunday's Whirligig 7



Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Piercing

Artist: Georgia O'Keeffe ~ PU Mid-Week Motif


Layers
unopened
blue prints…

Your waves
brought me
a foam,
nothing
in particular,
mute,
but awesome
in colors…

Is it possible
in multifaceted,
multicolored,
multidimensional,
multitasking
galore
to discover
the one?...

Roly-poly, blubbery
clean to the core,
not too blurred
character traits,
worthy to aim for…

"Innercore" by Linda Duffy


Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Provider's ride

photo by -Vampire Zombie- Photo Challenge #60


Forced out of water
found dry undivided
rocks of desires…

Clinging here, still wet,
locked, awaiting high level
ascending slowly…



Sunday, May 10, 2015

Superhero

Edmund Dulac. Abysm of Time, n.d. WikiArt.


Shells, oysters,
stones, pink jelly fish,
steamy air,
gnawing wind,
abyss divides us, in trance
we’re folding our wings.

Power pose
defines body’s tongue:
‘who you are’
dynamics,
climax shapes; make yourself big:
spread out or fake!


Note: Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5

Read more at: B&P's Shadorma & Beyond, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

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Friday, May 8, 2015

Consolation

photo wallpaper


My thoughts, turning southward,
donkey to play a new music,
but  a twenty-year consolation
to old soil soul
in short feeble breath,
leaning to purple lavender candle
to clean the mystical hollow passageway,
open to pestilence or blessings…


Sunday's Whirligig 6

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 6

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Thursday, May 7, 2015

Moon's vagaries

~ galleryhip.com


The Moon tested…

The membrane between self - unknown was removed,
 withdrawn jelly/clay fragments floating in the sea
of change have gathered in a small sparkled islands,
morphed into vaporous gremlins, navigating off
any negotiations…

The whirlpools of ebbs & flow socked in the viral fervor
of unclaimed love…


Note: Inspired by Pablo Neruda's poems and tarot card "Moon"

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Shadow

– Menoevil - devianart ~ Photochallenge #59


Abruptly, as if slung by someone’s invisible hand, far afield,
a flock of black crows sliced the silence, highlighting
free space, having driven the shadows to the sides…

Weightless, she was ready to break away into height,
caw in same tongue, excitedly pecking to west…

Since that moment, an impalpable bitterness - the black 
crow has settled on her shoulder, recalling the olden 
emotions and yearning...

and she herself existed between the shadows:
dark - where declogging took place, bright - open to
diaphanous purified souls for further embodiment…


Monday, May 4, 2015

Alter ego

B&P's Shadorma and Beyond


Do not store the inspiration
in a reflective tear…
Spilled to the ground,
pinned by artisan’s
genius tire,
it honey
the simple element,
row bell in opening
a new level of
alter ego.

{shadorma}

Do not store
in reflective tear
‘aha’ sigh
spilled, pinned by
artisan’s genius tire –
find alter ego.

Sunday's Whirligig 5


Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig #5