Just a Zen moment,
in the chaos of the day,
sanity restored
Category Archives: From the heart
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #261
Filed under As you read it, Factual, From the heart, Haiku, Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #33
My first and instant reaction to the photo was a flashback to an amazing concert I was lucky enough to attend a few years ago. A Pogues annual tour where the band played their amazing Xmas hit, the wonderful, “Fairytale of New York,” which of course includes the melodic, lyrically masterful phrase, “You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot.” What else would you expect me to think of?
An ironic tale with more than a hint of sadness
Sadly, my mother passed away two weeks ago. As you can imagine there is always a lot to do at this painful time. I am currently seated in her electrical recline and lift chair making all the necessary arrangements. She was confined to this room and two others for two years prior to her demise. Her main regret was not being able to watch the birds on the feeders as she was able in her previous garden. Due to her inability to stand she was unable to see the birds frequenting this small garden from this seat. Looking up, I glanced out of the window as I had noticed a stirring of the abundant foliage of the honeysuckle bush beside the window. Then the dark brown head of a hen blackbird emerged. Within two minutes a cockbird flew into the bush, passing in full view of the window. Had my mother been alive she would have reported the sightings to me during our next telephone chat. In all this time this is the first time a bird of any species has chosen to nest in the bush. She would have been able to follow the progress of the raising of a family from the comfort of her chair. But sadly this is not to be. Is this irony, I for one cannot say but it underlines the sadness that invariably accompanies death whether a curse or a blessing.
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, May 15th 2019, Mountain sunrise
Together we watch
sunrise over the mountain,
our world is brightened
Filed under From the heart, Haiku, nature inspired, On the lines of romance
Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. Ending-Abyss
Nursed unto the death,
final act of devotion,
eyes gently closing,
only memories remain
in that void once filled with love.
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 3rd 2019, everlasting love
The language we shared
needed no words to be said.
Alphabet of love.
photo courtesy of Facebook
Filed under As you read it, faith, From the heart, Haiku, Self compositions
From my good friend the Exmoor bay
Rather eerie but this his tale for today.
British Summer Time, the evenings are lighter and the weather is colder. How apt. I love the lighter evenings as after work it’s possible to get out into the countryside, weather permitting, and do all the things you have been sitting in the lounge vowing you would do as soon as it was light enough after the day’s work is done. Today was such, my first foray out to try and capture a church spire in the evening gold. Sadly the church itself was closed but that is just a sad reflection of the times in which we live. Still, if you are looking for a little quiet contemplation and a moment away from traffic, hustle and bustle, a churchyard serves it’s purpose well. The church in question is in a little village called Wilby on the outskirts of Wellingborough and I was attracted to it’s spire with it’s magnificent ornate buttresses way up in the sky. Sources tell me that this church dedicated to St. Mary dates from the thirteenth century but was extensively rebuilt in 1879. The unique spire was built during the Decorated period and shows many features pleasing to the enthusiast.
Wilby church
One noticeable thing about this evening was the sighting of a bright, white grave marker close to the path leading to the porch. It is an official war-grave, probably the only one I have ever seen in all my years. It commemorates the death of a RAF pilot who died at the age of 22. Curiously it was dated on my birthday, but in 1944. So much has been said about their sacrifice but seeing a single marker like this lends a stark reality to the horror of war.
MLMM Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille – Frogs #haiku
Lines across the road,
armed with buckets and torches
to save a species
Filed under Factual, From the heart, Haiku, nature inspired, Self compositions
MLMM’s Heeding #Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, March 20th 2019 a new voice
When the cancer struck,
only way to save his speech,
a plastic voicebox.
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #238 Magic&Man
You can make magic
let no man say otherwise
believe in yourself
Filed under As you read it, From the heart, Haiku, Self compositions
When the pen takes control. 