Tree silhouettes
Move in anticipation
of some great marvel
Wind hushes
Trees swirl
The dark sky
Moon shadows on the ground.
Category: Tranquil
Tranquil, relaxing and zen-like.
Flower o’ Life
The shadows are receding
the dawn is near
Freshness wet and calm
All will be clear
The waiting has begun
calm cool quiet
patiently waiting
to feel the light
The well-being of
a clear silver pond
The sparkle of the dew
and still I wait
Like the silence before dawn
waiting to be filled
with life
with light.
To be touched with caring tenderness
like smooth softness
like water
The slow sensation of twilight
A star in the overpowering
blackness of night.
And slowly the flower o’ life
opens
Full and beautiful
slow and majestic
and I want to touch her.
Just Three Friends
I page through
images of my friend’s life
Of his childhood
and his sweethearts
They remind me of mine.
These are the last hours
I have with him for many years
I see him with his friends
and I remember many
unsober moments we spent
sharing everything we had
We were one.
What hurt him
hurt me
I could help as he could
Neither of us
had the magic wand
to make the problems disappear.
Those pages with the images
Snatches of life
and on the last page
he put my offering in
This last hour before he dies
from my life
The most wonderful image
I ever caught in Black & White
Just Three Friends.
Thunder doth not roll.
Silence in the morn.
A white silent morn.
A world frozen, watching
as the mist moves by.
Quite march
over, around.
Within are hidden houses and trees.
Dancing, dodging as the wind stirs.
Rushing nowhere.
Gold, Silver, Green, Red
Take me away from the city
Away from the noise and the choking air.
Where people are ruled by time
and time is cruel to many.
Whisk me away
swift and silent.
To where time is endless
and peace prevails.
*
A spear at my side
to feed and keep me.
A hollow in a hill
to hide me from the wrath of God.
Give me a world where I am alone
to ponder and live as I will.
*
in the morning’s soft wet dew
on green grass does hang.
Gold
Silver
Green
and Red
Like lights of the tiny pixies.
The sweet smell of a fresh
smooth breeze.
The hills watch me live
and they smile.
Green grass.
Soft warm rains.
Food for body and soul.
*
A small glassy stream
rushing on it’s way.
Tinkling.
Laughing at it’s song of joy.
Giggling as I dip my feet.
*
A willow too
sighing in sorrow.
Yet happy to offer shade.
Emerald green and brown.
His arms move slowly.
His feet rest in the stream.
He has no rush
the day is long.
*
Grey, black
silver shivers.
They make my willow cower.
Make grass run in wild
frightened herds.
Even this
from my hollow I see.
*
Such anger has the forewind.
The storm’s messenger
Yet this too has it’s rewards.
*
Calm prevails.
All is at peace.
The scent of rain is tender
and beautiful.
Declaring peace.
*
In the night
I sing sweet melodies.
The stars listen and twinkle.
Happy.
Sometimes the queen of the night.
Her silver face does show.
Listening too.
She is often pleased.
Here I will live for all eternity
in the things provided.
Haikus
Stillness in the garden
Quiet in the garden
The storm has left us
*
Here by the door
A breeze cautiously enters
Soft swirling mingling
*
Trees are still outside
The air is clean and
new-born
*
A little breeze sighs
Only I feel its presence
All else ignores it
*
The pebbles glisten
Silver white and earth-brown
Earth washed clean of dirt
*
The garden is fresh
Yellow sunlight softens trees
Evening air and restfulness.
China
The peak of life
People walking on the street
The narrow alleys
Pitted with tiny shops
Chinese calligraphy
A whiff of sweet & sour
The chinese lanterns.
*
Old man in the park
moving slowly
Shadow boxing in the Tai Chi form
Fans move gracefully
in Kung Fu combat
Ah
The essence of life.
Looking back I can remember being absolutely fascinated with Chinese culture.
I almost had an opportunity to go to Hong Kong to study Choy Lay Fut Kung Fu. I don’t think my parents would ever have allowed it if it came to fruition.
Jo’burg Morning
Late summer
The sun flares with light
The back yard full of deep shade
and bright sun together
Air is still cool, fresh
Exhaust fumes trickle
to the bback yard air.
Sour and alien.
Far away, distant
Cars roar on the road
Distant thunder in the ground
in the air.
Dew thick and heavy on green grass.
Shoot colours
yellow, red and brilliant blue.
*
I water my bonsais
those precious little sanity bearers.
The day of insane strife begins.
Bonsai
In the day
tenderly warmed
by the suns rays.
At night
bathed softly
in white silk.
Fed patiently
by soft rains.