Evening Bell

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The ancient bell
of the temple summons
lost spirits to prayers;
murk figures roam alone
unacquainted on snow covered
mountains where peaks punctuate
streaming cauldron clouds, drawing birds
that circle the meditative winds.
Chimes from the west
bring the mist in to wander
with the wind from the east –
dusk strikes the temple bell
for worship; the tranquil mist then rolls away
and vanishes to re-join the hawks circling
the snowy peaks in peaceful
glide.

Light and Death

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Death’s cloak of souls
waft in soft candlelight’s
smoky illusion.
A mere flicker from orange mouths
is acquiescence
gleaned from smouldering smiles
tilted skyward,
looking inward
for those elusive answers
before their time melts
and soft wax woefully transcends
this columnar life –
all but spent.
Candles snap and flicker
at dusk
lest death should befall us
before twilight’s shoulder
thrusts to assist the burial
of our burdens,
and because we have questions
to ask:
who will light the way now
and lift the veil of sunrise
while the air is thick and suffused
with sour grief?
Why are those precarious guardians
like paper dolls
dancing on our dying embers’
flameless combustion?
And who is it that beckons to us
through candlelight smoke?
Who?

Catch Up #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Hi, I had to take a break due to illness but I wrote a daily each day, which I am now able to post, hopefully keeping on track with the challenge – prob not much else for now but we will see…read ’em or run lol. (I will catch up with everyone as soon as, too).

Day 91/365 Glass Pond

Stillness is not peace
If you don’t like where you are
consider moving

Day 92/365 Fermenting

Rice wine is the dream
of spring and summer combined
Saki warms winter

Day 93/365 Inferno

The warmth of red wine
lights the blues and the cold draughts
Dante fires my soul

Day 94/365 Giotto

Two dimensional
Satan has no place in art
Man made persona

Day 95/365 Inner Peace

The staircase winds on
but steps to serenity
are often lower

Day 96/365 Focus

Close this book’s chapter
Press firmly between the leaves
Lessons of the past

Day 97/365 Passage

Streaming sunlight bows
A gracious passage of souls
Golden heron fly

Morgan’s #DailyHaikuChallenge. Join in and link back to her blog

Heaven/Slash (Cinquain)

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Classic Cinquain; a five line poem – syllable count of 2-4-6-8-2,

Heaven

Heaven’s
damp ceiling seethes
its inner dome shatters,
flailing souls become homeless air
rising.

Didactic Cinquain: a five line poem: Noun/Description of Noun/Action/Feeling or effect/ Synonym of initial noun.

Slash

Forests
alive, fragrant
protecting, bowing, beseeching,
eco system’s calm serenity
Jungle