Away from reflection... a haiku of the now. Who shall care, tender are the spring buds, saplings strive for new life, enough. ~ FlorenceT I have always found writing haiku deeply satisfying, to convey much with so few words. If you need some inspiration, there's a community here. I wrote the haiku from this… Continue reading Who shall care #haiku
For you who needs this now... What is your relationship with enough? When you hear it, how does your mind respond? How does the sacred within you approach enough? Enough. An exhortation. An admonishment. An assurance. An incantation. A knowing. Enough. ~ FlorenceT © 2021 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her… Continue reading Enough…to consider
Those rain clouds, the sheltering spring canopy, and delightful colours blossoming. I see through these lens, a view with grey filter. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
A windy wintry day, somewhat unexpected three weeks into spring. I woke to the tinkling sound of wind chimes which hang on the front porch and sunlight peeping through the dark curtains. Looking out, everything beyond my window is silhouetted against the sun, and there it was - the Japanese maple tree transplanted to its… Continue reading Truth will emerge
A little creativity... and I like the prompt word. Funny how some words just beckon 🙂 Prompt word 'stay' for the 'a' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'a' line? Check this out here. Self-assured undeterred they stay their way, looking for that future when the sun sets; hope she nurtures in… Continue reading She knows
It's been a while, and compelled to write a poem today. 🙂 Prompt word 'wind' for the 'b' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'b' line? Check this out here. Time runs away, or so they say, run child, you must run like the wind; chase your dreams, don’t stop till… Continue reading Breathe in deep
For the weekend, read or listen... let the words seep into you. Hokusai says, by Roger Keyes Hokusai says look carefully. He says pay attention, notice. He says keep looking, stay curious. He says there is no end to seeing He says look forward to getting old. He says keep changing, you just get… Continue reading Hokusai says… let life live through you
Hold this lightly as we meet each other... a modern translation of a 14th century poem by Sufi poet, Hafiz. Admit something: Everyone you see, you say to them “Love Me” Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops. Still, though, think about this, this great pull… Continue reading Admit something – a poem
Enjoying the decima poem. 🙂 Prompt word 'eye' for the 'b' line, as supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly prompt. What 'b' line? Check this out here. In the clouds, what shapes do you see? A hand waves, beckoning goodbye Soft lines, curves seducing the eye Waiting for rain to reach the sea; Autumn foliage,… Continue reading Watching, a decima poem
Time finally permits me to try my hand at a decima poem. Prompt word 'Mad' supplied by Ronovan Write's weekly challenge. If only I wasn’t so mad, Perhaps I can see some real sense, Perhaps I can show gentle grace, And not make threats that seem so bad; But I am beyond care, and… Continue reading So mad, a decima poem
If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive. ~ Pablo Neruda,… Continue reading Keeping Quiet
Truth-seeker, what do you seek? Universal rules to guide, reasons for the seasons, why the waves come to shore, love that is true, time for infinite possibilities. Way-seeker, what do you seek? How to travel this life path, follow the moon and sun, hear the tides speak its language, offer the best love, fully… Continue reading Truth-seeker Way-seeker
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When he still needs me Not to be his crutch, his protector Neither craving attention nor adulation; But a witness to his life - a celebrant of his success, another within his fold; His solid ground, his secure net. Ah, the joy lighting his face to know he belongs, that he is loved A vision… Continue reading When he still needs me
What does your travel mean? Not the meaning of travel, in general rather what each travel, each trip you take by yourself, or with your friends or family… what did each mean for you? I was reading a John Donohue poem and it occurred to me, that the trips I’ve taken, particularly in later years,… Continue reading What does your travel mean?
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How can we be so blind This refusal to see Desensitized sight to the pain of others, This human failure of naming features, effects We cease experiencing, No longer feeling, the sensations at surface, We are no longer human. ~ FlorenceT © 2018 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal… Continue reading Human failings
Talking about traveling, here's a poem to keep you as you journey into uncharted territories, within and without. When you travel, A new silence Goes with you, And if you listen, You will hear What your hear would Love to say. A journey can become a sacred thing; Make sure, before you go, To bless… Continue reading As you travel, blessings.
dawn and dusk, new moons ancient ways, lost discarded seasons change, we too. ~ FlorenceT This haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #209. This week's prompt words are old and days. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out his weekly challenge published every Monday - it comes with "how-to"… Continue reading Changes #Haiku 209
I came across a tweet by the Human Rights Law Centre of its recent statement to the UN Human Rights Council regarding Australia's indefinite detention of refugee children on Nauru. Here is the link. My country isn't the only country perpetrating this, is it? This led to my haiku. Innocent children Humans without choice, not… Continue reading Sorrow #Haiku 207