Day breaks open hearts
Light falling on night’s victims
Dreams are lost to sleep.
CLP 17/09/2018
Liberté, Égalité, Humanité
Day breaks open hearts
Light falling on night’s victims
Dreams are lost to sleep.
CLP 17/09/2018
Wheat, barley and oats
Cut threshed stored milled
Loose grains line the track
CLP 16/09/2018
First glints in grey sky
Unveil frosted roof and pane
Darkness concedes dawn
CLP 10/09/2018
Dry leaves falling
Silently on sunlit church
Tears cleanse the path home.
CLP 08/09/2018
Originally posted on: https://vitabrevisliterature.com/2018/09/07/open-comment-a-haiku-poetry-competition-submit-your-poem/
Dry linden leaves fall
Silently on sunlit church
Tears cleanse the path home.
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In memory of IGB (1949 – 2018)
CLP 08/09/2018
Also published in a slightly different version on https://vitabrevisliterature.com
Just having a vote every few years in what is in effect an elected dictatorship does not constitute a democracy. The voices of the people are actually closed in behind a two party arrangement where those with power offer limited opportunities for people to take part in the running of the country.
In the following article written by George Monbiot you get a flavour of the modern UK and an understanding of how this country is actually managed.
https://www.monbiot.com/2018/08/24/my-way-or-the-highway/
A water lily
After Sunday’s lazy sun
Must withdraw and rest.
CLP 10/06/2018
When seeing such scenes
one finds there are
insufficient means
to describe all the greens.
CLP 23/05/2018
She flew in, bobbed to an ungainly halt, tail fanned high for balance
Soft brown, her feathers held a sheen in the sun, she stood uneasily in the remains of collapsed narcissi and their straggling limp leaves
Watchful and ready to flee at the slightest wrong movement, settling took time
Assessing the safety of her surroundings, with eyes wide open, she bent forward and pecked in the soil of the weathered plastic tub seeking nourishment
Amidst what green survived she found sustenance to keep her strong until her young and she might move on.
CLP 20/05/2018
It was a moment between trains
I was heading for Poitiers and had to wait
As we all did after that Friday night when
Young men with guns and grenades
Maimed and murdered
Young men and women unarmed
Before more men with guns and grenades
Returned the favour
At the polished sleek station serving the south-west
I waited and watched as more young men with guns
Ready to shoot to kill patrolled
In open sight
Young men with guns
Sent to reassure us
As we waited for trains out of Paris
Away from young men with guns.
See also Columbine, Sandy Hook, Parkland, Santé Fe, Gaza.
CLP 18/05/2018