ripples on puddle
wind increase to tear surface
life below thriving
distress upon pond
the message carved by the breeze
fish below the surface
koi pond quietude
values and tones of zen stones...
find repose and peace
8/9/2018 - Poetry form: Haiku - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
birds twitter about
hidden pond comes into view
water laps softly
8/16/2018 - Poetry form: Haiku - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Clive is British author
we walk through the garden
the one beside the house with the yellow door
watching the geese lay in their pond
then we look up at the night sky
gazing the wonders that are the stars
and you start singing
la vie en rose
the water ripples
you start skipping stones
the long grass brushed against our ankles
as if it were a cat, rubbing its head on us
the grass left a mark on my shoes
but it’s all right
because you left a mark on my heart.
The mind at play is a rocking boat:
It goes along the flow of our thoughts
Between destination and arrival ports.
And on the boat we learn of causality.
The mind at rest is a quiet pond:
Its surface mirrors the world
As the edges are all withdrawn.
And in the lake we learn of unity.
The mind in a rush is a storm:
Waves collides in a frenetic waltz
Where one sees landscapes in eruption.
And in the storm we learn of identity.
...if we could get the vessel across;
...if we could face our own shape;
...if we could settle on the hilltops;
What more would be left for us to behold?
Written in June 2019 - for an exhibition in Peking.
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Clear still pond
face it reflects
First mirror on earth is from nature. It always give back.
© A B Faniki 9 july, 2019
Today I went park
with my son , we saw Swans and
lovely Willow Trees
Such a lovely walk *** ❤️
it’s been a challenge
opening up to you
it’s taken therapy
walks around the pond
late nights of getting advice
from the moon
holding you while you cry
and long days
of staring up into the sky
questioning why everything
is turning out the way it is
i understand you
i know you
and i am happy with you
don’t be afraid of change