Green Haiku
Green - the colour of life
A New Years Blessing...............
Seeing the new year in with an early morning surf..........uncrowded ...crystal clear .......with and old friend Just shouting out to all the people here on PC ........Its been too long between the lines..........I wish everyone the best for 2016 filled with love joy and happiness.........Regards Nu & Kathy
A Christmas Sparrow
Writing on the many happy little birds strolling through the park one winter day at Christmas.
One Warm Glow
Much about rural life is living off the land..and in the forest there connects a winter's chore of cutting trees to a spring chore of splitting wood and stacking over a summer to dry...and then burning logs again the next winter season; as seasons wrap around seasons.
~Sabled~
Sable Island, check it out, kind of romantic. Cheers. Jon
Experience and Knowledge
words are like a map and experience is the territory a map can only give knowledge "about" the territory it can never give knowledge "of" the territory this can only be obtained through direct experience
Haiku 2 (lonesome nightingale---)
6am and falling rain bed! how cosy you feel this morning wobbly legs misstep toddler tumbles to the floor screaming with fright lonesome nightingale serenades the airwaves searching for his soul mate mantis catches butterfly I
walk along the beach
THE GENTLE MOTION OF THE RIPLING WAVES THE BACK AND FORTH OF THE TIDE THE PEBBLES ON THE SEA SHORE STACKED IN ROWS THE UNDULATING SAND BENEATH MY FEET BAREFOOT AM I, WALKING ON THE BEACH ALONG THE WATERS EDGE THE GENTLE WATERS ,WASHING, BAT
Dark Rainbows
An unusual event.....
Amanda the panda
Amanda the panda sits in her cage Paceing up and down is all she can do Her once shiny fir coat now matterd and black Her life luster gone hidden from view Tired and worn she sits with no view People come and stir she hides from their glare
BUDS....
Natures beauty... taken for granted....
Autumn challenge.......5senses
Just thought I would have a go ..........
Summer Skies
Thoughts along a seashore sunny day........
Mystical Experience
These words were written in prose form by John Blofeld in his book, "Beyond the Gods". It deals with Taoism and Buddhism. I have attempted to re-format the words in poetic form to share with others. Blofeld goes on to say: "Of one thing I am sure - a mystical experience, whether vague or intense, is nothing less than a direct intuition of Ultimate Reality". Several poets, both eastern and western, reflect "mysticism" in their poetry. William Blake is an example. He says: "To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour."
THE TURTLE
Yesterday driving home this really happened. Wish you could have seen him/her and if a turtle can have a determined ignoring concentrating look on its face - that turtle did! lol
The Destruction Of Pompeii
The eruption of Mt. Vesuvius began about noon on August 24 of 79 AD. The main phases of the eruption lasted into the next day. Thousands were killed.
Birdsong
Poetic Prose
My Galaxy Is Yours ......
As the sun sets and the darkness arrives, the galaxy's of the stars well collide, new ones are born and old ones well die, telling the story's night after night the little one's in celestial flight, shadows an dust with a spectrum of gas, planets app
Blackbirds In The Rain
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse.
Last Leaf Has Fallen
Beginning of winter
Oh Full Moon
I like to remember that the impact of nature on us is ancient. Our earliest ancestors saw the moon just like we do or heard the sound of rain just like we do.
DAWN LIGHTS...
You can lie in wait for the explosion of light....which is always spectacular yet brief.....
Towards the Inside
suns gone down..moon arising A cool spring evening of mental rambling SS xx
Breaking Stones
That unrelenting urge to acquire a goal, like the sea crashing again and again.
The Sounds Of Colours
What sounds do you the various colours evoke in you? Please add a verse of your own or just a plain statement. Feel free to write on any colour, including those that I have written on. Express your view. Use any format of your choice.
HELP ME LIVE
devastation from storm and damage
Ocean Views
Waves come in, bringing more sand Then take it right back out again Building up here, breaking down there Maintaining the balance of nature’s design Crashing-wave bubbles, frothy and white, Some bursting in their glory, under the sunlight Other
Lisfannon
When I seek solace, this is where I go...to Lisfannon beach, watching the sun go down.
An Act of Love
Ripening fruit swells more each day till skin so tight unable to contain the desire within bursts---- yielding its insides to the sunshine which enters her and touches the soft flesh - an act of love the eternal song of nature - earth rece
natures canvas
Flowing across the street as if doing something so simple as to take a walk. Delighting my eyes with the colors of the rainbow. Music playing as it roars into a crescendo rising up to great you as if to say H..E..L..L..O.. This music is c
Nature Portraits 2 - Mountain, Sequoia, Sunset
The grandeur of a majestic mountain with its snow-capped peak enveloped in fleecy white clouds against a clear azure blue sky The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia the largest living thing on earth its massive trunk over thirty feet wide
silver dawn
one of those rare mornings where I feel the earth is at peace with itself.........
The Weeping Rose
Another seasonal poem..
Sweet Summer Rain
Reflecting on those anxious days when the new emerging plants are so tender so early in the growing season and watching the sky for clouds...and all the abundent wildlife for signs.....of sweet summer rain.....
Her name is "AweTUMN"
Just a quick poem in honor of the beauty I'm looking at this morning here in beautiful S.W. Oregon.
BECOMING
(Poetic Prose)
A Song of Spring
Just a little rumbling about spring which will eventually get here I hope....
The Sound Of BLACK
Just a few more sounds of Black. The last verse is for the ladies with their "little black dresses"
RUSTIC RAINBOWS
Rustic....special season of autumn...till life re-born
Mother Nature Speaks.
Mother Nature is unsettled. Is the world in disbelief ?
Life and Reality
Poetic Prose I wrote this piece after reading a comparison of the eastern and western perspectives, by D.T. Suzuki, a Zen Buddhist, on a similar phenomenon. A Japanese haiku poet, Basho, was walking along a country road when he noticed a wildflower blooming by the hedge. Tennyson, an English poet, observed a flower growing in a crevice in a wall. There is a marked contrast in their reactions. Basho observes the flower, as it is, in its full beauty and composes a haiku to express his feeling. Tennyson, plucks the flower and holds it in his hand in his attempt to 'understand' it. Basho sees the 'living' flower and feels its essence as a living thing. He 'becomes' the flower. Tennyson 'kills' the flower thereby seeking to understand a 'dead' flower, devoid of life. "Life and a living being(thing) can never be separated".
Anthesis
How fair is a garden amid the trials and passions of existence. ~ Benjamin Disraeli ~