To every newborn baby born
to those that overcome
to family diverse and all
for every new sunrise bright
for every moonlit night
the seasons that bring change
mother nature nurturing growth
remains
as seen in fields of flowers
kaleidoscope colors
in seeding fields & in
fields laid fallow
to harvesting and being thankful
for the celebration of life
& living
within each beginning
lies peace
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© 2017, Renee Espriu (Renee Just Turtle Flight and Inspiration, Imagination & Creativity with Wings, Haibun, AR, Haiku & Haiga)
#An appeal to endure #
A dark tunnel
A murky avenue
A lunatic storm
Puzzled looks
Embarrassed scenes
Pixilated hearts
A giggling child
A lotus pond
A blooming daffodil
Vanished agony
Annihilated pain
An appeal to endure …
© 2017, Kakali Das Ghosh
A Little Girl
places an autumn oak leaf
in all its yellow and red on my conveyor belt.
I consider my potential responses:
Sorry love you can’t buy that here.
Sorry love it has no barcode, so won’t go through.
That’s a free gift from nature, love.
At the finish I advise
Sorry you can’t put that through, love
and she removes the leaf from the belt.
At the finish it is all child’s play
in the adult buy and sell.
© 2017, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow, Inspiration, History, Imagination)
A Grandkid’s Hug
1.
You’re such a klutz!
as I pull out my wallet
and silver coin falls out
I hold your warm hand
after all these years
and something passes
something does not fall
2.
Magic a grandkids hug
Round the middle
Softens sharp nails
Smooths frayed edges
Unaware hug anyway
any how whatever any why
all hammering
all awkward shaving down.
Gone in an instant.
Grandkids hugs should be
ever prescribed
On NHS
© 2017, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow, Inspiration, History, Imagination)
In A Hush
of winter
from bare limbs silhouetted
against a grey sky
a sudden voice
from tiny lungs
your full heart lifts
as if the tree had blossomed
unexpectedly.
© 2017, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow, Inspiration, History, Imagination)
A Breathless
small boy in an angry bird t shirt,
mock flight jacket,
Hawaiian shorts and trainers
bursts into the shop shouting
“What-What-time-is-it?
When-do-you-close?
I’ve got fifty pee.”
I reply that we close at eight,
so he has an hour.
“Just ran all way here.
What can I buy? he asks
mouth open before a wall of sweets.
I show him in one corner trays full
of small chocolate eggs at 49p.
“Yes. Yes one of these.”
His delight makes me smile.
© 2017, Paul Brookes (The Wombwell Rainbow, Inspiration, History, Imagination)
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