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A new day a new haiku
Why am I afraid
Of words I don’t want to say?
Find another way
No need to tip toe
Round these nettles and brambles
When your light shines on
Blossom overflows
Leaning back in the sunshine
Still a part of this
From broken brickwork
Exploiting every gap. Where
There’s water, there’s life
Will you remember
Where reckless weeds redoubled
Once unforgotten?
Swathes of yellow sweep
Through England’s peasantless land
A broken mirror
Through silence I’m hemmed
By the hedges I’m condemned
I try to transcend
As waves on oceans
So music converts motion
Into emotion
How do ferns unfurl?
Are they curled up all winter
Deep under the earth?
Sun rise, I descend
What is waiting round the bend?
Tears that I can’t mend
Bold galleons bounce
Grating butter grade batter
Gratuitously
Stretch towards the sun
Reach beyond your horizon
We will become one
When you reach your goal
There is no prize for your soul
But the road back home
Pure white honesty
Is a rare commodity
Gift of clarity
Should I cling tighter
Or let the river take me
With floating debris
I would pay handsome
A great big stinking ransom
For these wild ramsoms
Careful you don’t trip
Unsteady ground pulls you down
Into the stream slip
An enemy hides
Between creeping celandine
Now the flood subsides
A lone voice rattles
Echoing from stone to wood
Unheard and unstood
Before the blossom blooms
It’s pecked, picked, packed and pickled
In formaldehyde
These are the same forms
That inspired song and verse from
Those who came before
Nesting on the ledge
High above the woodland edge
Firstling falcons fledge
High above the gorge
Tracing the river’s true source
The red kite circles
The first bluebells sound
Chiming under the coppice
They toll for the spring
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