The morning threatens to burst its carapace And I await the beginning of a new day
And as the sun cracks the horizon’s shell And pours its yolk into today’s cup The world comes alive Spreads its panoply of colours Displaying its wanton nature In bright yet consoling shades Of golden yellow Straining to give back to Helios Due recompense for his diurnal toils
On such a day as this Is Nature disposed to display Its plenitude To boast shamelessly Of its joy in bringing Light and Life To a sad world
They live on in dreams Friends who once enriched my life Ghosts of Christmas Past
Ghosts of Christmas Now Fill my days and haunt my nights Bring both joy and fear
Loves I’ll leave behind Ghosts of Christmas Yet To Come They are my future
Form of poetry
Senryū is a Japanese form of short poetry similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17 morae. Senryū tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryū are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are more serious. Wikipedia
My third experiment with the poetic form – The CHERITA . . .
‘Cherita’ is the Malay word for story or tale. A cherita consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then finishing with a three-line verse. It can be written solo or with up to three partners. (See the website at: https://www.thecherita.com for further information).
Rhyming is not required, but here is a version which does include rhyme . . .
I walked along the towpath
Observing each boat as I passed Until I reached the very last.
A strange name it had Some may think it sad But no, it made me glad.
our world is not always a nice place to be so let’s take off for paradise to do that we must dream so make a wish and dream the dreams made from memories choose daydreams for they are made from pleasant ones precious jewels of remembered moments of childhood pleasures recreated in golden colours under warm and generous skies for what is nirvana but bliss a perfect quietude remembered from that golden age when cares were so far away as to be invisible and joy was present in the simplicity of a walk in a spring meadow in hesitant steps across a bubbling beck in that breath of early evening air bringing the scent of heather and with it the rustle of new leaves bursting to catch the evening air amongst the rolling northern hills the cradled landscape of that now distant home forever a part of my being both bedrock and comfort of my present and succour of my hopes for the future
With wizened face and withered arms he looks his ninety years; His hairless head, those sunken eyes, not given to easy tears. Though yet a smile lights up his face whenever he looks at her, For she it is who lights his life, brings calm to soothe his fears.
But she is now a photograph, an image in her youth, Mounted in silver, encased in glass, resplendent in its frame. A memory of memories, written on his heart, Reminder of a life well spent, of the lovers they became.
Long years, a life, have passed him by, the past now left behind. What does the future hold for him that hasn’t once been tried? Save memories, now fading, but alive within his heart, Bringing rich fodder to his dreams, a full life justified.
Another year older and against time’s odds deeper in love – with life with living with a fervid lust for existence
I want to feel feel fast feel free to fly above my waning world to feel what Adam felt when first he faltered and fell feel that Icarus moment that experienced joy that knowledge gain that original lesson singed tinged with both joy and regret
I fear I am led to disregard inhibitions shackles and give hedonism its brazen head
Desire becomes the imperative Desire given to us to ensure our continued existence Desire without which no history would exist and all would be the futility of Dreamland
This In Memoriam Flower of perfection No brighter yellow Offset dark greens Centred in mauve Dewdropped Bejewelled Delicately scented Microcosm of A dreamworld’s core Promising abounding joy And a life renewed In Nature’s gift To a heart-sore world