Sunbeams in haiku

Silver beams of mist / glances that I can't resist /
my heart beats, dancing

Morning mist whispers / bathed in tattooed beams of light /
as I shed my skin

Bound by rising sun / rays sneaking through dappled cracks /
in the morning light

The sun disembarks / taking color from the day /
slowly by degrees

Butterfly wings sing / pretending they are dragons /
blazing in the sun

Radiant sparkles / at the doorstep of twilight /
as sunshine retreats

Sunshine sits amidst / phantoms of the afternoon /
lost in the moment

With each breath of air / with each river of sunlight /
leaves fall from my limbs

Scribbled dreams hazy words / roll from your lips like diamonds /
holding tiny suns

Daylight scatters now / rosy pink and apricot /
your sunset kisses

Image: Southern Sunbeams - photograph by Chris Loft

I know that

I know that I am haunted, by something inside me.
Something that grinds me and wears me right down.
Floating in a ghostly dreaming, my demon


A haunting, that I cannot refuse.
I just can’t put my finger on it.
I guess I’ve just got some ghouls.
Over run by your spectral dopplegang.


I know that demon inside me
is trying to escape this pale world:
lost in some nether regìon between reality
and that haunted, unnamed place…


I know that the person I am on the inside
is different to the one outside.
I wonder which of them is the real me,
and who is the unreal soul


I know you’re still inside me:
eating away from within.
Devouring whatever sanity remains;
filling my longing with pain.
Over and over again


I know I must leave you this way:
grieving as tho’ at a wake.
Hurts me to see you this day;
I’d much rather celebrate;
but I am dead to you.


I know I must fly like the wind:
flee away, get above every thing.
Like a leaf blown around in the air;
floating crazily: not going nowhere.


I will not drink that bitter concoction;
that brings out demons
from the pathways of my dark soul.
Running shadows, with wild screaming eyes


I will not taste that sweet elixer
that dulls my senses and makes me inebriate to you;
lest I feel lonlier than a far-off star in the night.


Far from the comfort of any home;
far from the the warmth of your light;
slowly and lonely I roam,
destitute of your love in this cold night


Playing a shell game with my numbed mind.
Playing chess with a sad heart.
Take a queen – leave her behind.
Take my pawn, rip his soul apart.


Chris Twitery
March 7, 2009

Image:
The Akshardham Temple, represent 10,000 years of Indian culture through its beautiful monument, fantastic exhibitions and 100 acres of lush lawns. It’s extraordinary architecture constructed by an estimated 11,000 artisans and volunteers. The temple is located near the Nizamuddin Bridge along the bank of River Yamuna, New Delhi.

As cherry blossom

As cherry blossom -
fallen on the ground and stained -
satsuma wind #haiku

Image: A woodblock print depicting the attack upon
a British national on September 14th, 1862
http://community.japanese-castle-explorer.com/the-namamugi-incident/

Morning's misty light

Morning's misty light -
reminds me of your fingers -
raking down my chest #haiku

Image: Misty Summer
A misty day on the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia…
© 2007 D L Ennis, All rights reserved.
http://blueridgegazette.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html
(Visual Thoughtshttp://dlennis.wordpress.com/

Morning tear drops fall

Morning tear drops fall -
I call your name anyway -
in this foggy mist #haiku

涙のしずくの落ちる朝
私はあなたの名を呼ぶだろう
霧に霞んだこの場所で

JP translation by Tedude 8)

Image: Lime Tree in Fog by Kregon
http://pixdaus.com/single.php?id=132950

Pale morning sun smiles

Pale morning sun smiles -
even as a long-necked swan -
holds up the whole sky #haiku

Image: Swan in Fog by Gotinha
http://pixdaus.com/single.php?id=19204

Below the lantern

Below the lantern - frozen in moments of time -
broken moth wings cry #haiku

Image: The Astronomer - Jonathan Boakes Dark Fall Games
http://www.twitchy.co.uk/wp/2010/01/dark-fall-lost-souls-review/

Nada existe

Nada existe

exceto a faísca dentro de você

e a luz

isto brilha

dos seus olhos

Nothing exists

except the spark inside you

and the light

that shines

from your eyes

Image: Con Fiar - Spinning

http://blogclarin.blogspot.com/2010/10/con-fiar.html

http://blogclarin.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html

Pianeta Supernova - 

A sagrada respiracao transformacional - Holy Transormational Breath 

http://blogclarin.blogspot.com/2010/10/sagrada-respiracao-transformacional.html

http://blogclarin.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html

A ghost walks within

A ghost walks within - these electric streets of light - twisting heart and soul #haiku

Image: The Art of Masquerade

Stilt walkers perform during a pyrotechnic show at the Chingay parade in Singapore February 11, 2011. Chingay, which means "the art of masquerade" in Chinese Hokkien dialect, is an annual street and floats parade held during the Chinese Lunar New Year period in Singapore. REUTERS/Tim Chong

haiku for fingers and toes

Clouds caress the night ~
just like your morning fingers ~
dancing on my chest

Fingers weave through air ~
narrative images weave ~
into tapestry

Curled toes on the beach ~
and light that fills up the sky ~
your green eyes in bloom

Tip toe through morning ~
on the other side of sleep ~
in a short sharp breath

Las nubes magrean la noche ~ 

justo como su mañana manosea ~ 

el baile en mi pecho

des nuages caressent la nuit
come tes doigts de matin
dansent sur ma poitrine

 Wolken kosen Nacht
wie deine Morgenfinger
auf meiner Brust tanzn

Images: Heena Designs
http://buzzjokes.blogspot.com/2011/02/heena-designs.html

Assyrian inspired henna design - Henna by Alison
http://www.flickr.com/photos/28515517@N00/218259527

French and German translations by Dagmar

Days of constant change

Days of constant change ~ fine-grained vision of shadows ~ from chaos comes life #haiku

Image: Wooden Blocks

http://mariaxhe.blogspot.com/2011/02/mix_09.html

You whispered your love

You whispered your love ~ a million different voices ~
in silent masked tones #haiku

Image: Snow

http://mariaxhe.blogspot.com/2011/02/mix_09.html

December kisses

December kisses ~ falling from your icy lips ~
like snow in winter #haiku

Image: Snow

http://mariaxhe.blogspot.com/2011/02/mix_09.html

My heart's defrosted

My heart's defrosted ~ on the outside, but inside ~
is a chunk of ice #haiku

Flakes of frosty ice ~ falling into crevices ~
valleys of your skin #haiku

Image: Ice Crystals

http://mariaxhe.blogspot.com/2011/02/mix_09.html

The road to Edo

The road to Edo - a bitter, dusty journey -
one step at a time #haiku

Image: Rickshaw - Japan in the Bakumatsu-Meiji Period, 1868-1912

http://www.belmarlab.org/ex_orientalist.php

. . . So that’s what we’re doing . . . We contacted Mark Sink, Denver’s photography maven;
it turns out that Mark’s great-grandfather, the New York society photographer,
James L. Breese, had a collection of nineteenth-century photographic prints from Japan.
On display is the Yokohama Album, a collection of hand-tinted albumen
photographs depicting studio and scenic views of Japan
during the Bakumatsu - Meiji period (1868-1912).

Summer light blows in

Summer light blows in ~ a misty fire of morning ~
sparkles in the dust #haiku

Image: Spiral of Lonliness by Sven Fennema

http://1x.com/photos/architecture/37007/

My breath deepens when

My breath deepens when ~
I sense your perfume and your ~
footsteps softly sing #haiku

Image: Alexander McQueen Spring / Summer 2011

organic shapes, manipulated fabrics, textures reminiscent of a weathered landscape

http://thevamoose.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-earth.html

Morning Cactus Dreams . . . a work in progress

Cactus flower blooms
softness amid dry hard thorns
raindrops slowly fade 


Like a single breath of air 
living dawn until twilight 


Sometimes my heart swoons
certain fragrance or perfume
little words you said 


And now the day is over
with the setting of the sun

A sharp distance kept
between soft succulent parts
of your desert heart 

Days pass under searing sun

liquid light of summer days 

Hardened wretched world

now and then a gentle rain

in the cool of night 

Then one morning slowly wake 

in your oases of dreams

In morning's sweetness
the sweet voices of angels
welcome the new day

A hot glaring sun overhead
bakes your soul with every breath

Birds rise through blue skies
racing to the shade of clouds
a blasting wind blows

Your evening song, a whisper
on the cooling gully breeze

Haiku Pasta x2

Spaghetti, feta ~ combination of cheeses ~
served quickly with herbs 

A slight hint of herbs ~ often transports me back to ~
your garlic kisses

Image: Angel hair pasta with got cheese and herbs

 http://www.thevinepress.com.au/recipes/angel-hair-pasta-with-goat%E2%80%99s-cheese-and-herbs-serves-4/

Dappled water laps

Dappled water laps / in a place inside my mind / 

where dragonflies rest #haiku

Twisting and Turning

Twisting and turning / phantom dreaming and yearning / in my sleepless night #haiku

Balcony retweet

Balcony retweet ~ time for chai time for sunshine ~
another deep breath #haiku

Image: Afternoon at Stirling, Adelaide Hills, South Australia

http://twitpic.com/1ynrcv

Crimson sky bleeding

Crimson sky bleeding / into the deepest blue sea / bandage of darkness #haiku

Image: Sunset on the Baltic

http://www.pixdaus.com/single.php?id=278518

Blinding excitement

Blinding excitement - in overwhelming smiles from - your chromatic heart #haiku

Image: Sunset in Japan

http://nature.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/538264/

A vastness of time

A vastness of time - between punctuated breath - waiting for a bus #haiku

Image: Derelict Double-Decker Bus and Desert Oak, Camerons Corner - Strzelecki Track Road, Outback, South Australia, Australia AOSA467

David Wall Photo c2007

http://davidwallphoto.com/searchresults.asp?n=16162&enlarge=1

Copper vision drawn

Copper vision drawn ~ in pastel shades of autumn ~ sepia mutiny #haiku

Snap to icy breeze

Snap to icy breeze ~ between crisp fog-frozen trees ~ sounds of the morning #haiku

Image: via pixdaus.com

Wattle whispers weave

Wattle whispers weave ~ a mist of golden yellow ~

blossom and shadow #haiku #Adelaide

Magpies stare and squint ~ 

at the sun behind my back ~ pollen in my hair #haiku

Pollen floats like snow ~ in golden yellow starfield ~ 

songs of butterflies #haiku

My dreams fly aloft

My dreams fly aloft ~ millions march on Lybian  streets ~ freedom on the wing #haiku #Lybia

My dreams fly aloft ~ millions march in Egypt  streets ~ freedom on the wing #haiku #egypt

Image: Lake Pictures

http://www.ahstuff.com/2008/09/lake-pictures.html

My heart skips a beat

My heart skips a beat - in the silence of the night - stars whisper your name #haiku

Image: In the Silence of the Night

http://qwickstep.com/search/in-the-silence-of-the-night.html?p=4

You make tears - in my eyes

You make tears
in my eyes
make it rain
inside
my heart


You make tears
when
I don't 
want
to cry


You make tears
fall in streams
gouging scars
inside my
dreams


You make tears
when I don't want to cry


There are tears
when I whisper you name
and words
that still stab me
with pain


You make tears
fall like rain
over and over again
as raindrops fall
from the skies


You left wounds
in my heart
that still tear me apart
I wash them each day
with more tears


You make tears
when I think
your words 
are surely not 
for me

You make tears

when I don't want to cry

______________________

Image: Love is the Devil Counting Teardrops in the Rain by schastk
http://www.fotolog.com/schastk/77617801