I did a group of three haiku’s a few days back.
All three were, in my thoughts, describing one word, which I did not reveal. I think I made it too hard, so I will repeat today.. well somewhat, but with the word revealed.
Why?
lol, I wanted to do a post and this is all I could come up with without writing another two thousand word post….
Well what the heck, lets see if I can do it again. Perhaps a few times.
Haiku the sequel. version two.. or yet again.
But the topic I will not state, lets see if it can be guessed.
a clue, one word, four syllables, three haiku’s, three clues.
Friends are for keeps
even when one weeps
Smiles and tears are shared
for this is why they were paired
~
close together or far apart
they are always in each others heart
sharing stories, recipes and pranks
this is friendship, that you gives you such thanks
~
Like a tree’s canopy spreading in its growth
friendship expands and strengthens for both
little bumps in the road can be shared
smoother when you know your friend cared
~
grumbling about the weather
jousting with a feather
dancers on a show
uhm.. stars you know
~
offering tips
helping with blips
learning and nourishing
the friendship flourishing
~
but when the bump in the road
a mountain becomes
friends gather
to tear it down
~
to be leaned upon
to cry with
to laff with
to fight together
~
To share strength
to listen
and to hug
but mostly to be a friend.
~
because close or far
here or there
with a friend
you are never alone
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It may be all the Greeks fault though…
they started it all it seems….
Gaia, Mother Earth
Goddess of theirs, that became known as Mother Nature…
Mother of the Titans
watcher of our weather…
It could be flat and calm, but seldom it was
the sea’s anger so apparent, as it cast it’s froth about
waves high and mighty, tossed with such reckless abandon
cresting and rolling with a vicious fever
I want to pen a poem
to concieve it just so
with words that stream and ebb
and of your mind they will infect
The sun slowly slips over the roof tops,
glorious in its shiny brilliance.
Chasing away the night drops,
that linger with stuborn resilience.
Pretty songs fill the room,
wafting gently in the air.
The morning starts to bloom,
the alarm clock sails with such… flair.
Stretches and yawns,
the first smile of the day.
The sun wakes and casts its bronze,
sparkling beams in that sky of gray.
Fluttering eyes trying to blink,
slumber beckoning, tempting a return.
Soft pillows beckon, where a head could sink,
alas, but you must be stern.
A new dawn, new day, but hang a bit..
hop out of bed, make a note draw a map.
Dear self.. “buy a new clock you twit”
oh, but wait… it is Monday.. oh crap!
Amber
oh there has to be more… Monday’s just keep coming, click to see..
Andrea, on her blog, myspokenheart posted a post hmmm or are they blogs on your blog? today, Images of abandonment.
Some were of mental institutions, deteriorating over time. The sadness of the way we were treated then, is apparent in the images.
So I tried a poem. 🙂
Things are seen, things are not.
Some should be, seen that is, some should be shared.
Some things should not be hidden, though they are
We need to grow up.
Poking around I discovered J R R Tolkien read some of his poems and that they are on youtube. He has one that he reads in elvish. Not being fully fluent in elvish a lot of it went over my head…..
So I listened to some other poems he read and thought, how cool would it be to find the one I posted yesterday, to have him read it.
Well the first one that came up was not from him, but by Adele McAllister. She put it to song. When you peek below you can listen to it, I think it is beautiful.
Did I find Mr. Tolkien reading one… well you will have to look to see.
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