“APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.”1
I waited and you didn’t come, it got colder and darkened days rolled into darkened nights
The numbing loneliness consumed my every optimistic thought
Extinguished every light that burned within.
The embers of our love were dying as the frozen ground began to thaw.
It should have been a time of hope, snowdrops heralded the spring’s swift approach
But these bones are old and our love is cold- but a distant memory
Cherry blossom parades her poignant pinks for a newer generation.
- This is a direct Quote from TS Eliot, “The Wasteland” I didn’t take it from a book, I carry it with me in my head.
- I think it is one of my most favourite poems – I love the Thames maidens.- I like the changes and the desolation, and the history and the symbolism. It reminds me of the wind blowing dust over the landscape and burying the present.
- This is for Poetics at d’Verse.
Haibun/Haiku on Nature
Write a haibun at dVerse on any subject- I wanted to capture the power of nature. This weekend there was a terrible tragedy at sea over on the other side of the coast where the seas were very high and powerful. A fishing charter boat- The Francie capsized or similar crossing the bar, there were 11 aboard, three survived and the bodies of 7 recovered,one is still missing. The power of nature is not to be scoffed at. I hope I did them justice in my short Haiku. God rest their souls. XXXX
In terms of rough seas in summertime I have experienced the terrifying forces of nature, a long time ago 1985 I was crossing the English Channel from Deauville to Poole with my parents in a 26ft yacht, a Dufour, very skittish even with extra ballast. There was a ferocious storm and the waves were very powerful and we were knocked off course and struggled for more than 12 hours to stay upright, we finally made safe harbour near Brighton after 36 hours at sea, the last 12sailing up and down a 5 mile stretch trying to locate where we were, there was a dangerous sandspit called Selsey Bill that we didn’t want to run aground on. We survived though, harnessed to the boat. We were fortunate.
Heaving, the Boat braves the Bar
Spills her load to death
This is my offering for the Daily prompt- Pungent.
Classroom smells of damp wet dog
Pungent girls and boys.
Alison Jean Hankinson.
Under the vista of a starstruck night my heart bleeds for the inner peace I had known before we travelled to these rugged shores.
Your name melted in my mind’s eye as I recall the moment of our last goodbye, the hurt and anger and pain and the baring of souls amidst a calm and serene landscape and virtually cloudless sky.
But neither you nor I able to appreciate the lull before the storm or the gentle lines of familiar people and places.
We travelled on silently through tumultous skies to crash upon the rocks of beauty.
What should have been paradise found was lovelorn and lacklustre and the colours of real beauty comes from a richer palette.
From family loved and lost and left behind.
This is for D’verse Meeting the Bar – Caravaggio and Chiaroscuro.
Again it is my first effort at this- I am a novice. Love to all
As all around him his benevolent family held hands and wept and wailed,
He rallied momentarily, gave his wife a resolute smile before taking her hand and exhaling his final rasping breath.
They could grieve silently now knowing his torture and pain was gone.
(This is my first ever attempt…never done a Quadrille before… this is for dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille # 21: Take a Breath
Tutukaka and Wellington’s Bay from the Lookout point.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder but I suspect you would find it hard to find someone to fault the beautiful day and the beautiful vistas. We took a trip out to what have been some of our favourite local haunts over the years. Tutukaka for lunch and to take in the Marina and the sound and smell of the boats, and then on to Wellington’s Bay which has always been our safe beach when the children were smaller and our family favourite. Today I wanted to visit the lookout point as I had never ventured there before. It was a little windy to say the least but it was worth the effort and the views from the top were stunning. A good day to live. A good day to be out and about.
via Photo Challenge: Magic
These images are from the Town Basin and represent the magic that is always present in the landscape around us. The nuances of light, the changing seasons, being able to focus on the smallest minute detail and experience the awe and wonder of what surrounds us. It is the magic of the landscape that often refreshes, revitalises and nourishes the soul.