Dead storms.

The storm is all dead, Instantaneously gone, Shattered by the winds: Broken glass in lucid hands, capturing sun rays alone. ~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…

Kintsugi – Honouring imperfection

In this plastic world,If you tip over and fall, Shatter to a million pieces, Can never stand tall, You are porcelain, And you will be flawed, Called imperfect, fragile, Walked over and clawed, And then will you end up, Broken for life,Your pieces strewn over, Waiting in strife. Unless; You wipe your tears, Step out…

A Confession in a Tanka

Exhilarating, That day, when I stabbed the sky, The world slept in peace, The horizon bled to dawn, And I killed, ruthlessly, the night.

All things Haiku!

April seventeen The national Haiku* day Here’s my Haiku* then. (*Now Haiku’s a Japanese style of poem writing which focuses on minimalism. Just three lines with the 5-7-5 pattern of syllables and there you have your Haiku! So here’s my Haiku then.) 1.The sky is so blue With tufts of white floating by Silence of…