No Words

stripped of words
my thoughts talk to peach blossoms
hands barely touching

Posted in Carpe Diem #696 

Soaking Wet

in the pouring rain
sharing tales of monsoons past
my broken umbrella

For Carpe Diem Special #138: Santoka Taneda’s “Soaking Wet”

Windmill

old grace pirouettes
wind balanced in her arms
cloud puffs practise

For Carpe Diem #688, windmill

Deep Silence

every time we touch
the deep silence of broken trust
sighs into the dark

For Carpe Diem #687, Deep Silence

10/6/15: Linked to Haiku Horizons

Magnolia

scent of magnolia
still warm in his empty arms
a door shuts softly

In response to Carpe DIem #686, Magnolia

Cold Dawn

hallowed winter sky
clouds crosslegged on grey mats
geese lined up to pray

 

Silence

In response to the 24 hour challenge at Carpe Diem Time Glass #24.  (Picture courtesy Wikipedia)

Brush Strokes

Responding to the Haiga prompt Carpe Diem #683, Brush , came up with three different “brush strokes”.  Which one works best?
(1)
unfinished portrait
gathers dust in the attic
brushes caked with lies

(2)
the cool morning breeze
that brushes your tear-stained cheek
scorns the pink lilies

(3)
the fire of first love
I carry bitter-sweet scars
a brief brush with life

Kites

colour-coded notes
even summer winds can read,
love still aches for words

In response to Carpe Diem Time Machine #5, Kite(s)

Here’s another poem on the topic from a long time ago:  Intruder

Meadow

in icy meadows
where the pashmina goats graze,
lonely hearts grow warm

In response to the Haiga prompt at Carpe Diem #680, Meadow .
(This picture was taken in Ladakh, India.)