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Quiet Speaks the Dawn

two mallard ducks on water
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Quiet speaks the dawn
bringing flight to resting fowl
spreading wings to soar
shadows over rivers calm
squawking beckons to the day

as the day begins
hustle, bustle people fly
nesting only once
much to be learned from nesters
where resting time is balanced

quiet sought is found
peaceful splendor is at hand
taking time to stop
and charging to then begin
currents underneath the draw

Poetry Forms

Lavender Dreams

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lavender rich dreams
sleeping in solemn peace
flowering deep thoughts
embracing the night as life
takes a pause for true comfort

casting shadows once
in the field of textured blooms
now to rouse senses
knowing not from thoughts but feels
for the ease of mindlessness

lavender flowers
such an ooze of nature’s scent
giving solace here
ever more and for the night
and making days own respite

 

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Eye of the Storm

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Source Unknown

 

Searching Within

within the iris
deep within the calming soul
oceans stir to calm

Seeking the Source

taking task with life
opening the eyes for depth
waves within rush forth

Finding the Answers

bracing for the storm
what appears to be most calm
is stirring life’s force

…..

Thank you to Susi Bocks for her dedication to the “IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge”

 

 

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Past, Present, Future

person holding glass ball
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past present future
related or so it seems
surely leading forth
to find answers in our dreams
to know what is never seen

as it happened then
it was not known before when
there was just a thought
and it became more than what
would be a small idea

looking backwards first
looking at the moment now
looking forwardly
which way gives one the most pause
which way travels to our thoughts

does it matter not
if what was begat was got
casting doubts on what
was known not before it was
who knows but this old thought?

and on and on goes
the roll about of thinking
thoughts that had been thunk
when all along this playful
word thought process is folly

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Tasting the Soul

tasting the soul

Sourche: Mari Malcolm

Tantalizing

tasting with my mind
chocolate from nature’s pot
offering pleasure

Touching

graced upon my tongue
feeling pleasures to my toes
these kisses of soul

Tasting

juices roll the tongue
tasting sweet nature’s nectar
a soul recording

Thank you to Susi Bocks for her interpretation challenges on “IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge”perhaps you would like to join!