Sunday, August 26, 2012

Altered Perception

In slow time,
the colours of day
further from
his mind's imagination,
painting out the scene.
Night left him
feeling out of place,
but aware
his body
was insubstantial, could fade
into nothingness,
as nightmares
combined to close ranks,
of grey ghosts
marching in hushed formation
towards the sunrise.

Inspired by Mag 132, with thanks to Tess & Andrew Wyeth.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Falling Star

Blue ink sky
writes a new story
with each star.

When one falls,
read of its journey
across time;

scribes an epitaph
as it dies.

Written for Haiku Heights

Friday, August 3, 2012

Ships That Pass...


My family members are off on their hols
they're zooming around the globe.
One lot is coming, the other is going.
We all keep in contact by 'mobe'.
Sometimes we manage, despite the mad rush,
to say ‘Hello’, even while passing
betwixt here and there via boat, plane or train…
travel can be so harassing!

A holiday 55 for G-Man!