Longing #Haiku

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Over excited
my dreams roam too far from me
trampling lush heather

Often in springtime
scents of favourite flowers
push back to winter

Walking though the world
hand in hand with nature’s woes
a cool breeze still blows

Privileged to touch
rough, wrinkled bodies of logs
reminds me of life

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Savour

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Privileged to touch
Rough, wrinkled bodies of logs
Reminds me of life

Declaw the Beast

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Egotists declaw the beasts
of their dangerous burdens
– of knife edge, soft pads
trekking hunger with panted
breath hung in arid air, before mercilessly
staining them with the blood of gun shots.
Poachers declaw the beasts
of their precious cargo;
– of motherhood, calves and memories
– of backward superstition’s faux medicine
– of life, their sanctuary and freedom
dripping with the blood of machetes.
Cowards, greed and ignorance aid extinction’s
drizzle with cold calculation and callous evil.
Conveyor belt meals for the wake
of vultures feed the only other winners
in the game; the scourge this anthropocene age.

Stalked by Ego’s Greed #Cinquain

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Listen.
Watch us, silent grass.
See without avarice,
We know you, yet bid you no harm,
Hunter.

Reflecting #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Under yellow sky
Elephants search for answers
to mud baked mourning

Day 148/365 – Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog

Drops (Cinquain)

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Rain’s cool,
clear consciousness
evaporates with dawn;
teardrops tasting of fresh mourning
explode.