Wednesday, 23 February 2011

#tanka 29

an overturned cup

contents carelessly spilled

I am reminded

of those moments in my life

when promises proved empty

Sunday, 20 February 2011

#tanka 28

words that we speak

should remain in silence

if they add nothing

to our hopes and dreams

the quiet is sufficient

#tanka 27

our conversation

words we throw at each other

scoring points

as I listen to my heart

I hope you listen to yours

Saturday, 19 February 2011

#tanka 26

speaking senseless words

an injured heart speaks rashly

I watch the snow fall

drifting peacefully downward

its gentle silence soothes me

#tanka 25


in the heart of each of us

causing ruin

angry words and clenched fists

directed beyond the clouds

Sunday, 13 February 2011

#tanka 24

old friends

gather to tell old stories

each time

the story breathes new life

I find a new moral to embrace

#tanka 23

this community

holds strongly entrenched ways


little has changed for 100 yrs

men still get drunk and fight

Saturday, 12 February 2011

#tanka 22

an overturned cup

contents carelessly spilled

I am  reminded

of that moment in my life

when promises proved empty

#tanka 21

old men

sit on benches in the street


about long hours spent digging

in the earth dying for coal

#tanka 20

the shouts

of drunken youths echo

off house walls

tired wet colliery village

trapped in an endless loop

Tuesday, 8 February 2011


chanting alone

the old monk rings the bell

breathing the thin air

he meditates on the sound

    of the wind taking his last breath

Sunday, 6 February 2011

#haiku 29

Decembers freezing breath

              has frozen you in time

                          last summer rose

The Late Hour

The hour is late
I can hear
your fading heartbeat
getting weaker

slowly your breath
moves back and forth
whispering my name.

Ancient chants
can serve no use
your gods lacked power

to deliver
to aid
empty vessels

you lie abandoned
in the dust of death

awaiting that final moment
when the clock will stop
and tribulation will flood

over all that you were
all that you did

the hour is late
your breathing
now weaker

Saturday, 5 February 2011

Tired Earth

Tired earth
muted hues
beneath birds wings
your cries
go unheeded

betrayed by those
who rape your land
your life blood
congealed by  the poisons
you are fed

your vital force
gathers itself
a terrestrial revolution
seeking vengeance
on traiterous stewards

A retribution
without trial
your anger boils over
you shake your skin and
cities crumble

you weep in grief
and flood the land
your breath
shatters mountains

rest from anger
for shortly
peace will return to you

A restoration from
the spirit that caused your birth
at the dawn of time.

You will endure
a fortress of beauty
alive and breathing.

#gogyohka 33

bagpipe music plays,
red wine mocks
the dreams I have,
under this cloud I feel
the celtic spirit


outside the hospital
patients stand smoking
one for a bypass

#aros Small Stone 7

In the sky
        cloud horses gallop
                                                 on the fields


by the river
you stand alone weeping
your branches
almost touching the water
the only willow for miles

Wednesday, 2 February 2011


if we talk
in muted tones
perhaps your rejection
will not send me reeling

if we listen
to real words
not our own interpetation
we may halt
the barrage
of spite

if we feel
with our soul
we will not be blinded
to the truth of love

#senryu 12

Jogging home

he stops off

at McDonalds