Nostalgia – haibun

Afternoon – haiga

Conversations that

simmer into silence in

an afternoon glow.

© Justjoyfulness

Janitor – haiga

…

he guards all the doors

lest, unbidden, Love creeps in –

my fortressed heart

© justjoyfulness

Black dog – haiga

…

pick me, said his eyes,

like mine must have done years back,

at the orphanage

© justjoyfulness

Autumn – haiku

Autumn comes russet-
robed. Gold in her hair. The sound
of departing wings.

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Autumn leaves outside my window

NaPoWriMo 26 – Kennings

For day 26, some kennings. Bjorn at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads presented the concept of Kennings. Or compound noun combinations.

My impromptu attempt 🙂

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A leaf-fall. A leaf

falls on to the forest floor.

Beyond that, silence.

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A heart-knock. Someone

knocks on my heart boarded up.

Beyond that, silence.

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A tune-lilt. Lilting

tunes slowly take me apart.

Beyond that, silence.

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A death-wish. Dying

to the past my only wish.

Beyond that, silence.

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NaPoWriMo 25 – Silence

For NaPoWriMo day 25, a question

SILENCE – haiku

Silence always taunts
me with this one question,
what are you doing here?

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NaPoWriMo 24 – Caves

For NaPoWriMo day 24, a confession –

CAVES  – haiku

I found there are caves
in my heart I didn’t know about.
There be demons.

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NaPoWriMo 23 – Autumn

For day 23, a haibun.

AUTUMN

As I enjoy the colours of autumn, it also reminds me to let go of old paradigms, worn and tattered beliefs, past-its-expiry-date relationships, outdated concepts that no longer serve. Yes, it’s hard. For don’t we all love the old and comfy, whether it be things or thoughts. The security blanket of the tried and tested.

Autumn sings hymns of
dissolution. Quiet death.
Spring smiling sleeps.

So, just like trees need to let go of the old and dying, lay bare their branches and go through a period of rest and slumber, for new buds to spring forth and life to begin anew, we need to empty ourselves of the old and outworn, so that life can replenish us with the fresh and the new.

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NaPoWriMo 6 – Number games

For day 6, a pensive poem.

age, birthdays, death days
number games the world plays, ending
in nothingness

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Nothing like one’s birthday to ponder over the ephemeral nature of life.