tanka, micropoetry, haiga by gennepher

I look ~ 

towards the sun ~ 

a white feather ~ 

comes ~ 

floating down

tanka, micropoetry, haiga by gennepher

on the buddleia ~ 

the last flower ~ 

waiting ~ 

for autumn's ~ 

last butterfly 

haiku, haiga, and micropoetry by gennepher

until it is time ~

for her to awaken ~

she sleep-dreams

by gennepher

haiku, haiga, and micropoetry by gennepher

I am sitting in the garden like yesterday with cloudless blue skies, wishing I could swing all day on my African swing again. But I am meeting friends later.

I look at the clear blue sky and see two contrails in a race. They catch up with each other and then there is a white cross in the sky. 'X' marks the spot, I think. My camera phone is in my bedroom. I get it, but by the time this shot is taken is after 'X' marked the spot...

contrails 

shooting across the clear blue sky

a magpie wins the race

Then, I recall the aftermath of September 11th when there were no planes in the sky for some time. 

clear blue skies

perfection

as far as the eye can see

When I did meet up with friends for a coffee, their conversation was all about the Theatre of War, the First World War, the trenches, and honouring all those in this area who died in WW1.

[haiku, haiga, and haibun]

Haiga, tanka, and micropoetry by gennepher

Tanka with a haibun 

Clear blue skies. The sun is beating down. I sit on my African swing, swinging to and fro. Nature is going about its business in my garden. My head is empty of thought which is unusual. It is usually busy working out this and that, designing something, creating, making up little movies, yet for some reason, today is different as I gently swing under these cloudless blue skies. 

swinging 

to and fro all day

thinking of nothing

I watch

the frogs go by

or I could have written...

swinging

to and fro all day

thinking of nothing

I watch blackbirds

bringing in worms

But it was the unexpectedness of the frogs suddenly leaping out of the bluebells in front of me and leaping into the pond that broke me out of the no mind and I became curious and took some photos before I went back to the swing, just swinging...

haiga, haiku and micropoetry by gennepher

     piano music 

     wafting through open window 

     net curtains blowing

Haiga and micropoetry by gennepher

industrial shadows

wide roads

among back to back terraces

she lived

and died

The Sea...haiga, haiku and poetry by gennepher

Words from an ancient ocean filled with memory

poetry, haiku and haiga by gennepher

along the seashore ~ conspiracy of silence ~ seahorses whispered the truth

the child wondered, what went on behind the sky

my soul in that shadow ~ that fled ~ through the door

the marble statue ~ sighed and wept a tear ~ then was still once more

she wanted to be invisible ~ she became the chair ~ she was sitting on

creates lasting bond ~ meeting ~ in the middle of bridge of emotion

it did not fit her ~ doubting her identity ~ she changed her name again

poetry, haiku and haiga by gennepher

poetry, haiku and haiga by gennepher

Poetry, haiku and haiga by gennepher