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Haiku

I remember vividly being introduced to Haiku in my English class in high school. We were in the midst of a project to write our autobiographies (how much does a 12-year-old have to put in an autobiography? – I still have it by the way) and the teacher, Mr Coton, taught us how to write Japanese Haiku poetry. The strict structure of the poem fascinated me.

For those who are going “what’s a Haiku?”, it’s a short poem that captures the moment, invariably linked to nature, in three lines split in a 5-7-5 syllable pattern.

To me they are often wistful little moments of magic captured in those few syllables. Like the flash fiction I share occasionally on here, I like the challenge of capturing the moment in so few words/syllables. Writing exercises like that hone the skills (at least that’s the theory).

Between Christmas and New Year, I took part in an online Winter Writing Sanctuary hosted by the wonderful Beth Kempton. As part of one of the daily assignments, I wrote some Haiku and I thought I’d share them with you.

Stars sparkle and shine

Blue hour passed and night descended

Make a wish and smile

Frosty winter moon

Moon goddess smiles down on me

Waxing and waning

Mama bear asleep

Hibernation beckons her

The alarm rings shrill

Jack rabbit alert

Tail twitches among the sand dunes

With one bound he’s gone

Warm sand under foot

Solace wraps up round my ankle

Soul at peace at last

Soulmate love runs deep

Unspoken declaration

Longing to be held

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Suitcase (poem)

Round and round

Where did mine go?

Majority black

Going oh so slow!

Round and round

Where did mine go?

There it is!

Bright yellow!

Journal – an acrostic poem

Jotting down thoughts

One thought at a time

Using the words as therapy

Relating the tale helps

Nothing to hide

Always honest

Love how the words reveal the truths the eyes don’t see

The Scent of Summer (poem)

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would start with the smell of the ocean

The saltiness dancing in the early morning air.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be the smell of sunscreen tinged with sand,

A gritty coconut aroma.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be the tantalising smell of pizza

With a whiff of a side of fries.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be smores and ice cream

With a lingering hint of BBQ long since devoured.

Oceanic Healing (poem)

Each wave soothes my hurt

Each wave that caresses my feet soothes my soul

Each grain of sand between my toes helps to fill the cracks in my heart

The sun’s rays bring new warmth back into my heart

The solitude of the ocean allows my broken body and soul peace and time to heal

Each wave crashing in on the shore pulls away the layers of pain and hurt and anger.

Each wave restores me just that little bit more.

The enormity of the ocean teaches me that there’s a vast world out there on the horizon 

The pull of the waves against my legs reminds me that I am strong 

The beach, the ocean…they are teaching me that it’s OK to feel alive and happy again 

Angel (acrostic poem)

A new day

New opportunities to heal

Growing stronger each day

Edging herself back out into the world

Learning to live again

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Beginnings – an acrostic poem

Breathe…it’ll be ok

Each new day another step forwards

Go cautiously. Go boldly. Just GO!

Insecurities running riot within

Nothing to be gained by looking backwards

New life adventures lie ahead

Initial fears scream in my head

Noise I don’t need to listen to

Girl, you’ve got this

Stride out towards the sun

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Pawprints

You looked up into my eyes and I knew it was time.

I cradled you as my heart started to crumble.

Selfishly I wanted…needed…more time,

But my head spoke louder than my heart in the end.

As the drugs coursed through your tiny veins,

I stroked your dark head, still so soft.

I told you I loved you.

My heart broke as you slipped peacefully away.

My tears fell as you left your final tiny pawprints tattooed on my heart.

(Sioux  4 Nov 2004 – 6 Sep 2023)

Red Berries (poem)

Reminders that summer is passing

Evenings are getting darker

Days, although they don’t feel it, are getting shorter

Berries of all colours Nature’s reminders

Everything comes to an end

Reminders that summer is passing

Reminders that seasons must change

Indian summer anyone? I’ll live in hope

Ever hopeful for just a little more of summer’s warmth

Seasons come and seasons go…

I AM…. (poetry blog)

I am tired of feeling sad.

I am tired of feeling low.

I am tired of feeling broken.

I am tired of feeling useless.

I am tired of feeling lost.

I am tired of feeling anxious.

I am tired of feeling worried.

I am tired of feeling scared.

I am tired of feeling fear.

I am tired of feeling the need to be strong.

I am tired of feeling.

I am tired.

I am….

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