I have had a request from a haiku poet to contribute haiku in relation to my photographs, so I am going to do it.
You can pick out the ones you like and write a haiku to them and I will publish your haiku underneath them with your name and your country.
So come on, unleash your creativity today and have a go.
No suggestions will be rejected unless they are obscene or derogatory
Let's see how many of us can celebrate the love of haiku in a positive, pensive or promising way.
I dare you to take some time out to dream and write......Cheers Janet:)
Email jkeen@clear.net.nz with your haiku
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1
summer sea breeze stirs
bunny grasses sway and bend
final wave goodbye
Janet Keen, Rotorua,NZ
nodding seagrass heads
end of summer break
the beach empties out again
leaving grass alone
Janet Keen, Rotorua,NZ
goose remembers me
as being a bearer of bread
lent means none today
Janet Keen, Rotorua,NZ
blue goose in the reeds
Deryn Pittar, NZ
at the pool of remembrance
shags keep me company
Deryn Pittar Papamoa, NZ.
duck hunting season
geese hide in the sticky reeds
dodging shooters guns
Janet Keen, Rotorua,NZ
the eye of the gull
always looks fascinated
by ice-cream sundaes
Janet Keen, Rotorua,NZ
what is it he asks
especially for you she smiles
ambiguity
Janet Keen, Rotorua,NZ
8
the swan is mirrored
lake marred and wrinkled with cracks
soon she'll break away
Janet Keen, Rotorua,NZ
autumn at the beach
bunnies are disappearing
she saves one for him
Janet Keen, Rotorua,NZ
10
summer morning gull
moving through the air with wings
wish to be with him
Janet Keen Rotorua.,NZ
dumped lone coke bottle
capturing bubbles in light
were his lips once there?
Janet Keen, NZ
12
glistening morning waves
paddle boarders stalk the stork
voyeur stalks her man
Janet Keen, Rotorua,NZ
scavenger hunt starts
pelican peruses boats
big black endless love
Janet Keen, Rotorua,NZ
14
quick as lightening cat
twinkle in his mothers eye
rat in the compost
Janet Keen, NZ
much loved long lost pet
after all these empty months
fur still on my rug
Janet Keen,Rotorua
16
endless ceaseless rain
pull the duvet over head
dream of time with him
Janet Keen, NZ
17
rainbow city lights
cafes crammed with tasty smells
wallet crammed with bills
Janet Keen , New Zealand
18
remembering her
he walks the beach alone now
re-tracing their steps
Janet Keen, New Zealand
trace it over his bare skin
make him softly sigh
Janet Keen NZ
20
hold a buttercup
closely up under her chin
dream of warm pancakes
Janet Keen, NZ
21
softly in morning
darkness drops away
waiting still
Lee, NZ
maple leaves decay
metals turn rusty red
time to leave will come
Janet Keen, NZ
23
egret spies on fish
paddle boarders spy big waves
yearn to be as one
Janet Keen NZ
riding an Egret
would sometimes be more simple
than catching a man
Janet Keen, NZ
finding the deep places
of the land
Maureen NZ
26
twittering fantail
shadowing my every step
breathing in trout flies
Janet Keen, NZ
27
duck on golden pond
reminds me all the time of
bath time after school
Janet Keen NZ
28
why on a full moon
do dogs whimper, bark and howl
while cats look happy
Janet Keen, NZ
29
moreporks haunting cries
full moon great for rat spotting
squeaking in my roof
Janet Keen, NZ
30
sheep follow each other
making ridges on the hills
who decides who leads?
Janet Keen, NZ
31
dog and girl unite
friends amongst the dandelions
loneliness at bay
Janet Keen, NZ
paradice duck waltz
ask me to your dance again
this time I'll say yes
Janet Keen, NZ
33
brushing through my silky hair
white ducks glide on spring
Creative Quotes of the day
“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life."
~Elizabeth Gilbert
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them.”
― George Eliot
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”
― Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper
How people treat you is their karma;
how you react is yours.
A Buddhist Saying
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1 comment:
For the last photo
river-song
finding the deep places
of the land
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