Painted With and other micropoems

Because "Painted With", though complete, was so short I decided to include some other poems from my archives.





Painted With  -  30 Oct 15

Painted with
Fragments of memories



Chemistry  -  25 Aug 10

I remember, once
There was a girl, played with my ...
Chemistry [oh yes]



Circle  -  25 Aug 10

Distant bells sounding
End of day, coming of night
Eternal circle



Shift  -  25 Aug 10

Always, shift happens
Often when least expected
But that is the fun



London  -  26 Aug 10

City memories
London says come to me now
... but I have been there





Hope you have enjoyed this selection.

In The Bay

This is a modern Haiku.





In The Bay  -  16 Dec 13

Preceeded by the tide
The mist rolls in
Across the bay





Spellchecker does not like me ☺

Rainbows

In the very early hours of the day I kept hearing the word rainbows in various places, internal and external...and it was only when I really started to think about what I was hearing that this poem, or rather, series of poems were birthed. Before going to bed I realised that this was going to be a set of acrostic images and just after I woke I constructed the framework on which the poems were built.





Rainbows - 29 May 10

Reeds against the sky
Etched silhouettes against blue
Day just beginning

Overhead the sky is clear
Rain has washed it clean
Amber sunlight
Now begins to paint the dawn
Glowing with the
Energy of a new day

You brought me through with words
Eloquent, written on my heart
Love poems filled with
Little words...filled with you
Overflowing with the love
Written from your heart

Gathering thoughts
Reflecting old memories
Etched in the
Energy of what is...
Never ending

Blissful
Love
Unending
Eternal

Incense weaving through the
Night air carrying the magic
Dancing through the senses
In mystical songs
Giving wings to the thoughts
Of other worlds

Velvet dreams
Inviting
Opening to
Love...
Elemental...
Transformational





A series of acrostic poems linked only by the theme of "Rainbows", two of these have just been posted elsewhere; "Red" is an Haiku and has been given a hashtag and is on the Twitter stream, "Green" is a Gogyohka and appears with the appropriate hashtag on the Gogyohka Junction page.

Phœnix Waking

After a longer gap than I wanted a new poem has been birthed, it was inspired by an Haiku I wrote...

Phœnix flies again
problems removed, singed in the
Fires of Rebirth

...and this poem asked to be born.





Phœnix Waking - 04 Apr 10

The fires of Autumn
Long burned to ash
Waiting
The pyres of Autumn
Hold a magic
Waiting

The morning mists
Of Spring
Shroud the trees
Veil the sun
Protect the mystery
The secret movement
Of a symphony
In waiting

The opening chord
Is played
Phœnix awakes
Carrying the flame
Of a new Spring
Phœnix takes flight
Spreading the magic
Across the land





Phœnix may be a recurring theme, I feel.

A little lighter

The last posting was, I felt, a little heavy. So I offer these Senryu just to lighten the mood a bit.

For those who do not know, a Senryu has the same syllabic structure as a Haiku but doesn't have the spiritual content - though it can seem to have a deeper meaning at times.

Sennen Senryu 21 Sep 84

I

The sound of the sea
In the distance, dragging its
Feet across the sand


II

Painted patterns on
Still-wet sand, reflections from
The cove, mock the night


III

The music inside,
The wind and the rain outside.
Both ask to be heard

Image via Wikipedia

In the image above the small studio, [the black dot with white windows] at the right-hand edge of the picture - just a little way above the sand, was where I was staying when I wrote the Sennen Senryu. Spent many happy holidays there with lovely wife Liz. The link from the word Sennen takes you to a map of the area.

The rest of the Senryu here were written in my old home in London, specifically Charlton, where I spent most of my life till 1990.



October Senryu 05 Oct 84


I

Early October
The rains came and washed the sun
From the autumn sky


II

Thunder in the sky
All day long. Rain filled the butt
To overflowing


III

Darkness too early
In the day. Raindrops slipping
Down the windowpane


IV

Too late, too short to
Be of any use. The sun
Shines for five minutes



Writing by Moonlight 06 Nov 84


Writing by moonlight
While all the ghosts of the day
Fade softly away


That's all for now, more works soon.