New Year’s Eve
By the hearth
in the firelight,
the ceremonial shredding
of the calendar
heralds
the placing on the peg
of the new one.
May you all find room
on a happy peg.
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2017/18
By the hearth
in the firelight,
the ceremonial shredding
of the calendar
heralds
the placing on the peg
of the new one.
May you all find room
on a happy peg.
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2017/18
the limbo days
between Christmas and New Year
imagination
.
making plans and forging dreams
tomorrow waits to be lived
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2017
(tanka)
Christmas signs of hope-
in memorial woodland
daffodils spear through cold earth
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2017
(haiku)
Naani
.
a comfort of people
eat lunch together
in the warmth that is
the advent of Christmas
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2017
I don’t need platitudes.
I don’t need glory.
I need expression.
I need fulfilment.
We don’t all see
the world the same.
We are all on
different levels.
.
I need to write
through my own eyes.
I need to find
my own place.
I need to accept
my limitations
and stretch my own
imagination.
.
We all evolve
at different speeds.
We grow together
but separately.
We are all connected
by unseen threads
but I need to weave
my own words.
I need to write.
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) Dec. 2017.
Sometimes in life
you hear a phrase
that races in
your heart and mind
and knowing they
are not your words
you search for more
to replicate
the sentiment
that first you met
upon another’s lips.
.
No synonyms
nor opposites
no adjectives
no smells or sounds
no closing eyes
will conjure up
the aura sense
that fed your soul
as did those words
that first you met
upon another’s lips.
.
The beauty is
within yourself
rhyme and reason
trapped inside
will flow out from
your fingertips
if only you
observe and breathe
with open hearts
so someone else
will find delight
in words first met
upon another’s lips.
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) Dec. 2017
this cold weather and
festivities are playing
havoc with my health
.
like trees I need rest
recuperation and hush
in early winter
.
when most humans are striving
to be better than the rest
.
(haiku & tanka)
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2017
things don’t go as planned
life is just crazy sometimes
what is going on
.
traffic lights turn red
when they see us approaching
journeys seem longer
.
organisation
important things go missing
where am I to start
.
short of time again
too many things need doing
why is life so fast
.
patching things up
I’m always playing catch up
will I ever win
.
so in the meantime
I will pace myself slower
I am not in charge
.
Elaine Patricia Morris
Sometimes life kicks you back
because you are kicking at
something else.
.
Sometimes you need to learn
because teaching is not
what is needed.
.
Sometimes life revolves
on it’s own axis without
your help.
.
Sometimes it’s not wise
to put your best foot forward
only to trip your self up.
.
Sometimes love is hard to express
support does not mean help
it means listen.
.
This is my time to listen, learn,
stand back, love and let life
happen as it will.
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2017
some
small clouds
hung on
the pine trees
.
smears
half way up
the mountainside
..
(Septolet)
(c) Elaine Patricia Morris 2017
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