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Archive for September, 2018

19 days into September

my wish is
to be as
flexible
.
as a tree
in the wind,
reach and dance
.
flail and whirl
as Dervish,
bow and rise
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018
(tricube)

18 days into September

could
not should
just try it
make your own choice
freedom
.
calm
thinking helps
look around you
speak words senses notice
home
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

17 days into September


3000 piece jigsaw
9 months in the making
celebration
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c)2018

16 days into September

the music of breeze
in an empty milk bottle-
early morning song
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

14 days into September

burning candles at both ends
meeting myself coming back-
some boats need burning
.
years roll on
time
always takes it’s toll
.
we must adjust
rest
take a new road
.
keep the wheels turning
just take one step at a time-
live in the present
.
Follow breath
and
find brevity
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018
(katauta, piku x2, haiku, piku)

13 days into September

year-end sprucing
carpenter
hanging his own shelf
………………………Basho

the baker needs bread
as priests and monks need prayer
………………………..Elaine Patricia Morris (c)

(renga)

12 days into September

guest’s shadow through
the paper screen- I sit dreaming
over charcoal fumes
…………………………..Basho
.
he sits also in silence
and yet companionship
…………………………Elaine Patricia Morris 2018
(renga)
.
.
we have no need for chatter
the room maybe divided
but we are one in living
sharing the warmth
our breath anchors us
to earth and one another
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

9 days into September

Wow!

Cormorant
In here ?
That’s a surprise
must have blown of course.
Not worried by me stepping close with camera.
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018
(fibonacci poem)

8 days into September

autumn calls again
drizzling showers water now-
drought over, plants thrive
.
summer clothes away
knitwear makes an appearance-
darker evenings
.
autumn’s song
geese
migrating here
.
coming back
home
for warmer air
.
where is home to those
who migrate to breed then leave
to over winter
.
where is home to you
reading this poem tonight-
things change for us too
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

7 days into September

jigsaw festival
stock up now for winter-
cosy evenings ahead
.
Elaine Patricia Morris (c) 2018

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