Tipping points

Morning glory ~ photo by Kumiharu Shimizu

Morning glory

Your eye follows me

Even in dreams.

Even in dreams

I’ve tried to escape

To live/leave my best.

To live/leave my best

Perceiving a new voyage

Unknown territory.

Unknown territory

Submerged chessboard cell

Skipped on first turn.

Skipped on first turn

I look back to chances

Missing tipping points.

Missing tipping points

Wave brought to the shore

Artifacts.

Artifacts

God’s approval of love/life

Morning glory…

* * *

Morning glory

Your eye follows me

Even in dreams.

Even in dreams

We have plenty of time

From dawn to dusk…

Note: Inspired by Kumiharu Shimizu photo 'Morning glory' and the symbolic meaning of Morning glory.

Thirst is real

Lake District, UK

                 Perhaps, sometimes, in thirst to fit

we may pretend as little puddles;

they, when not looking, crawling

to the new place – pedestrians

to timeless grass and weeds,

observed by motley walls,

prosperous lands & mountains…

I see your silhouette in black-white

letters/words/spaces of blogged pace;

ah, how many laced holes!

you wear those layers of ‘all right’

between asserted accelerated voyages…

heart chambers filled with sighs of

hidden echoing emotions, wounds,

restrained thoughts, and feelings

moved inward to find the center of

gravity, establish rank and order...

who'll dare to break through once 

despite the locked windows and doors,

remind to the strayed world, steeped in

the bloody monetary monster,

a true story of the wondrous souls…

Perhaps, sometimes, when thirst is real

we bow to the liberating rain…

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Note: Inspired by work of  Kumiharu Shimizu, I've continued the theme 'thirst' from last haiku post...

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May be May

~ 1~

To complete

One leap

Over the sea

~2~

O, how iridescent

I rise in the morning

Face iris glory

~3~

Dandelion’s dream

Among enlightened hearts

A prodigy child

~4~

May happens too fast

Green grass stems graduation

Feast pass over fall

~5~

Left out in the woods

All five senses departed

Besides haiku mode

~6~

They are full of wisdom

Burning to the end of days

Misread the blooming

~7~

Discovery time

Bifurcated Yin & Yang

Lead in Scarborough

~8~

Shadows are dreaming

What if we tame the clouds

Embraced by sky light

~9~

Jagged life path

Thirst brought you here

My intimate friend

Note: Most of  haiku here inspired by art of  Kumiharu Shimizu

Haiku #9 - 3WW prompt: intimate, jagged, thirst

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Pre-face

"Budding Tulip" by Kumiharu Shimizu

“This is the day to bite your tongue…”

Psychic tip of the day,

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This is the day to bite your tongue…

in giving mood, attention to sound,

body perceives an extraneous stimuli,

ears – long enough to spot hypnotizing

tom-tom in the cartridge on the flowerbed;

head? – how big or not at all, while

everything needed for ravishing  life –

just water and strength – touching the roots

fertilizing talk.

For now, this is the day to bite your tongue…

the first page/ copying the manners of

twins around, mirroring colors (why not orange?),

the form, the legend: where/why came from,

a membrane to pull on for air ventilated truth

thru a canal from underground savvies bulbs

between the roots and stems  to propagate,

carry weight  to new territory

meta-morphing silent budding tulips…

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