A VignetteWas she beautiful, the girl on the tillOr was it the freshness of youth that glowedFrom her cheeks and the brightness of her eyes,Perhaps even her wavy flaxen hairThat made me look as she counted ticketsFor bargain buys I’d saved for weeks and weeks?'Got your own bags?''Need any help with packing?'Just another supermarket girl.And then she smiled at me.Discussion over. Yes, she was beautiful.
Christmas in the West Christmas in the West A frenzy of food and drink Courtesy of third world
The school Prom The school prom, a spectacle of colour,Froth, finery, silks and tuxedos.Meanwhile, the wistful waif from the sweatshopPressed her ghostly nose against the glass,Looking in to see the undreamed happinessShe had enabled on six pence a day.
Advertisement seen'The only Scissors you'll ever need'*Two for the price of one*Something cock-eyed somewhere.
Government News BulletinInflation down lowest level yet,Dow Jones Index five points upMore people in work,Crime statistics at all time low,Youth unemployment down.Chocolate ration to be increasedNext month.
Pull this one.Alas! The misuse of modern technology.'Hi! Our records indicate that you qualifyFor a new boiler under a Government scheme'Beware of geeks bearing gifts.
Tedium or Te DeumThe days pass by so quickly now,Not much time to do anything.The dustbin men come and go,Brown bin this week, green one next,The window cleaner's here again,I'm sure he came only last week.Those kids should be back in school now.Hey up! That postman's late today.Is this how life is measured now?As Eliza Doolittle might have said:'What me? Not bloody likely!'Not if I've anything to do with it.
Sleepy Summer EveningLate swallows swoop and pipistrelles skitterTo and fro across the house, skimming the eaves.Against a soft darkening sky streaked with redGulls return to the bosom of mother sea.The smell of grass rises sweet on the damp air.While daisies quietly close their eyes in sleepThe blackbird sweetly sings a lullabyAnd I to bed until his reveille.
The GardenAs I walk down the garden blackbirds sing,A garden that is layer upon layerOf blackbirds, year after year after yearGiving me such permanence of pleasure.I see the robin who sings all seasons,Smell the roses and the honeysuckle.But most often I see you, in my mind,Playing hopscotch on the path. Sweet memory.
In the DepthsEveryone has depths,Ones in touch know where they are.The brave go diving![a spark from ewaldsreef ]
*Light*MultifacetedGripped by glorious insightAll is possible.
raining in the darka wet fall eveningdripping leaves swaying branchesthe wind is changing
soft time gently flowslazy winter afternoonreading books in the atticthe light moves across the floordusty sunbeams glow
tsunami nami namida 津波哉 波は収縮する 涙tsunami kana nami wa shūshuku suru namida tsunami . . .the wave collapses and then tears
sightedshe's sitting in the desert storm staring down her sightsat a prey that could never be caught
#MyDayInHaiku 2014-12-15Winter blues—waves of depression ebband flow . . . but I find strength in words of hope and joy.
departing (miyoji)slip awayin soft silencegoodbye
catdictionhave to be carefulstart out with little kittensand soon you have cats[a spark from Metalclawwarrior ]
Palaeothic Art The mind in the cave At Altamira Paints rock face red with ochred Bison, horse, lion, Megafauna come to life. Yet in one corner The tiny stencilled hand print Says 'Kilroy was here'.