Tree Haiku

Trees. Give shade, nesting space, perching space … They are grand as firs, beautiful as willows, elegant as birches … Trees are as various as the weather, inspiring, changing, always new and different …

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in the fir tree
south wind

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cedar branches
dance in the wind –
our song

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ornamental grass
beneath the arbutus
summer breeze

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A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan

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Daring

I don’t like heights. And I’m not alone in this. Was Icarus scared silly before he jumped? Did he truly believe he would fly with his wax-glued feathers? I would never have done it …

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. . . the edge
of the cliff

wind catches
. . . .my shirt
. . hauls on fabric
pulls      down

. .grasses grip
. . . quick look
waves break retreat
rocks black
. . small from here

129..3.10.15.blog..a gust tugs
. . . my body

height distance
pull sight
. . . . to a whirl
. a nauseous
. . . . fear

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first published in Silent Things

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … poems as deceptively simple and cunning as a sniper’s bullet. This book is a Remembrance Day poppy. Dave Margoshes

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Child on a Swing

Easter! Flowers, Easter eggs, Family, Chocolate … what more can anyone want? Daffodils … rabbits …

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CHILD ON A SWING

I saw this child
among an alchemy of angels                         089
polished, sun-bright
brazen in flying delight

he went skyways high
hair aureoled, mouth wide in shout
eyes tight against the drive
of straight legs, curved body
up, up, to join
the catching, rushing crowd
of white-thrust, deep-sailed seraphim

092..8.10.13almost, he touched
the worn patch of earth
as, feet tucked, body arched
he carved back, back, and up
until the clouds held him
met his laughter, round, jubilant
ecstatic in poise of song
until down rush, down swoop
the swing brings him
uproarious in his heaven

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first published in Tale Spinner

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The Bitter Taste

Yes, Easter is coming up. But first comes Good Friday. There are dark, bitter, days in our lives that have to be lived through (I know I’m not the only one who has them), and Good Friday reminds us of those days, how universal they are … before the sunshine returns …

THE BITTER TASTE

a fisted tight squeeze                       139..3.12.15
juice flows thick
with pips rags of pith
pungent squirts

drips of acid
that I lick and spit
forget acrid rind
gliding its knife
across my skin
up my nose
not spicy
or sweet-smelling
a slash of astringency
squeezed away

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willow treegirl8The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords

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Where Did She Go?

Friends come and go in life, we’re close for a while then either one moves away or we go in different directions and barely keep in touch. I guess it happens to us all, but there’s often a sadness, a sense of loss …

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WHERE DID SHE GO?

her name the broken thread                                     034 11.20.
of a spider’s web catching sunlight
as it swings in the breeze

memory of her lingers
like the smell of morning coffee
when we paused to open poetry
and toss it mouth to mouth
through a maze of conversation

now distance between us is wider
than a spider could attain
her name an occasional raindrop

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willow treegirl8The Willow Tree Girl “… perfect for children in the 7-11-year-old bracket who love to read. …The characters are life-like and the plot intriguing …” Elizabeth Symon. Find it at Smashwords

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Baby senryu

Children, whether babies or toddlers, are a delight. I’ve had time with grandchildren recently, and I’m remembering them as they used to be – they’re older and bigger now …

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up and down stairs
over and over again                                      IMG_9889..4.26.13.blog..stairs down
baby monitor

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early dusk –
baby too tired
to sleep

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IMG_0234 Luke & spacea child’s
laughter
spring wind

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the second senryu was published by Daily Haiku

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Comes Spring

There’s all the beauty of Spring, clear blue skies, brilliant flowers that we’ve longed to see, and then there’s the other side. We become aware, at least I do, of the half-hidden litter by roadsides, fences forgotten over winter  …

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COMES SPRING

brown blurs into green                                058..4.13.12.blog..
fantasias colour bloom
along pathways witched wreathed
beneath rotting billboards

comes wild presence
tresses tangled
azure emerald on shoulders
flowers blade stretch
around broken fences

grasses linger lips cheeks
touch palms beyond
root spear upward
riotous fertility
over logged hillsides

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summerfathercoverA Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson

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