…….Katauta…..
I don’t wake up well
it takes me 2 or 3 hours
to find purpose in the day
…….Tanka…..
the pale grey stillness
of a manchester morning
here in the suburbs
cushions me from intrusion
while I drink my tea
…….Haiku…..
becoming concious
of the world beyond my spot
today’s life begins
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
If there are clouds in the paper and stories in the clouds why are we writing ?
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
I am doing a Writing and Spirituality course run by Writing Our Way Home and this week we are looking at perseverance.
Job
waiting game
or working game
we have to persevere
towards
work
beavering patiently
toiling with discipline
we must still persevere
onward
phew !
flowers bloom
sit back relax
our perseverance pays off
success
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
The moon poured onto the sea
an ever flowing stream
danced on the waves
edging closer to the shore.
As she slipped nearer
to the indigo horizon
pouring more slowly even then
yet losing nothing.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) July 2017
A silken rain fell in Grasmere
but it didn’t spoil the day
no more than it did the poetry
William Wordsworth wrote while there.
(c) Elaine Patricia Morris
For Faith and Spirituality.
The quiet boat edged along
where warblers sang and
shoals of tiny sticklebacks
waltzed just beneath the surface.
Glistening jewels embroidered
the sun drenched lake.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)
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