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from the distant sun

a rash of bursting spots

each wave breaking ashore

brings one thousand storms

upon ten thousand seas

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see crazy chaos

in a seismograph’s scratches

randomly flicking

backwards and forwards –

such poor decision making

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footprints of the wind

each grain removed

left empty – oh

a precarious balance

in the swing of a pendulum

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Haiku-heights theme: nature

unavoidably

my true nature – leopard’s spots

run through like rock

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the world a void

rotating in space – ether

a void the world

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I stand before you

blow away the dust – mirror

what do you see now?!

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cold winds brush the land

owl monochromatic drifts

down falling

veiled by mists an orb – cool

casts yellow o’er the land

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acer leaves adhered

to a wet black bench

colours running

children amongst rocks

echoes of lost summer

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with my eyes closed

silently reading

the book of no words

 

in the sand

curling twists of blood

no painting its equal

 

billowing heaven

shot with the colours of sun

a cloud of orchids

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Dune Grass

Oh the Marram Grass so firm before

the violent waves that raise-crash ashore

and carve in the sand a delicate rose

of the coming of the wind – and how it goes

and scratches just like a seismograph

a record of just how the wind gusts laugh

and leap between blades shimmering

and play, reverberating, glimmering.

Oh what a charge to nurture flowers gay

and spread in the sun day after day

and night after night below the milky stars

send pale racimes out-reaching far

towards the sea that ashore angry foams

and the rising sun’s warming golden gloam.