The Sky Is Blue: Haiku Collection

I’m not a prolific writer of Haiku’s. Actually flicking through my poem file’s, out of the hundreds upon hundreds of poems, I have only written “50” Haiku’s. There is no reason as to why so few, because I do enjoy the concise format of the Haiku, they flow well for me, and I think most of them come out ok….. Well here I go, Ivor’s complete collection of  Haiku’s……….

Sky Blue

I’m covered in blue

The morning sky clears my eyes

Sea-air fills my lungs

 

Blue 

Today’s deep sky blue
Warming my chest and soul too
Curing cough and flu

 

True, it’s a dog’s life
Who would kill a lonely cat
Peace to you and you

 

Leaf

Spring’s about to start

Your winter withered my heart

Birds sing until dark

 

Zither

Chinese courtyard sounds

Guzheng music gently strums

Beijing alley hums

 

Today

I walk past today

Remembering yesterday

Gone is tomorrow

 

Today my earth blooms

Yesterday is forgotten

Tomorrow I weep

 

Coastal

A strong coastal wind

Blowing sand across bare dunes

Vegetation going

 

Red Crown

Red the morning sky

Day lily my courtyard Queen

Garden summer crown

 

The Sun

The fiery sun burns

Bitumen melts underfoot

Tomatoes glow red

 

The Forest

Tunnel grows wider

Walking out of the forest

The light glows brighter

 

Family

A hive awaits me

My Philadelphia tree

Branches will rejoice

 

I Climb

Step by step I climb

Steadily walking my path

Time is flying fast

 

A Window Voice

I cannot hear the bird

Singing in the window tree

Birds are the free voice

 

A Flower Gone

In a sea of lights

She, an unpicked bloom, wilted

Young and fresh, now gone

 

Reflect

Cloud level seven

A step closer to heaven

My time to reflect

Green

Green’s my spring colour

Sparkle on my angel’s wings

Green makes my heart sing

 

Tribal

I’m a proud member

A player in the world team

Now I’ve left the tribe

 

January

Cloudless happy days

Sunlight kisses everything

Feeling warm within

 

Wall of Thorns

My bed of roses

Is scaling a wall of thorns

Perpetually

 

After The Wine

Beyond the wine bar

Radiant sunset begins

Tired eyes failed to see

 

My Cafe

A coffee and cake

Moorarbool Valley Cafe

Rustic country scene

 

Dead and Alive

Dead

Old cypress tree dies

Driest Autumn recorded

A sign of the times

Alive

My green fernery

Watered garden signature

She lovingly thrives

 

Recital

The voiceless man spoke

An old poet recited

His words clear and strong

Bon Voyage

A Bon voyage lunch

Barwon Edge Boathouse Cafe

Siblings celebrate

Our River

A true love runs deep

Our river flowed over rocks

Stones soften to sand

Family History 
Boxes of photos
Memory lane in my hands
Decades of stories

Field of Dreams

Life is sweet and smooth
Eating strawberries and cream
Full of tasty dreams

Winter Rain

Chilling winter rains

Heavy fat drops of coldness

Spread by icy winds

We Lost The Sea 

Bridges of dreams crossed

The ocean and river spanned

Waters of love found

Treats

Eating cream doughnuts

And peanut butter with jam

Hots dogs in mustard

Trees, We Apologise To Thee

Ancient trees of life

Anoint colour to the sky

Cast shadows aground

 

I, hugging a tree

I, apologise to thee

I, seek mindful peace

Hail And Sun

Hail slaps the pavement

Bitumen puddles shimmer

Winter sun bursts through

Layers

Green leafy layers

Sheltering out of the cold

Winter fernery

The Flower Show

A hall full of blooms

The scene, a sea of colour

Flowering perfume

Veneer Bruises

All surfaces bruise

Not all bruises can be seen

Pain permeates all

Cold Rain

Time’s, I played in rain

Today I worked in the cold

Wet and shivering

Autumn’s fat rain drops

Have lost their warmth and softness

Winter’s hard as ice

Life’s Blooms

Summer in full bloom

Beds of petals for our hearts

Life’s fragrant adieu

Time At Work

One week of hard work

Feeling aged beyond my time

Aching body’s cross

Shadows

Her lone silhouette

Forever etched in the stars

Shadows of my heart

Timeless

The size of our soul
Inside the beat of our heart
That is what matters

Wake Up

Today birds didn’t sing

Tonight, the moon is silent

Tomorrow needs love

Welcome To My Web

Spiders web of love

Glossy skeletons ignored

Entrapment awaits

A Glow

The sky isn’t all grey

Behind dark clouds there’s a glow

Where light grows brighter

My Word Vault 

All my soulful words

Lay within your open vaults

Where my dreams began

I Was Given A Red Rose  

Dreams of a red rose

Sleep-in Saturday morning

The world waits for more

Daylight

Morning blues ebb through

The window of last year’s stains

Light opens the door

As The Crow Fly’s

From grey tree branches

In sunlit sky, black crow sings

To all passing bye

Refugee

Let vistas of light
Enrapture the lives of those
Who have been captured

Feet and Excuses

 

Feet

Truly nature’s treat

Standing amongst forest trees

Earth’s caressing feet

 

Excuses

Life isn’t excuses

The word does not have uses

Let our trees feet dance

Fierce Fires

Forests are ablaze

Raging fires destroying homes

Native fauna, flee

Tree Care

Trees will grow again

Mother nature, cares that way

It’s time, we must too

Tanka

Moon Tree

No! Don’t go up there

The old tree house is haunted

Full moon night, glares

Children’s Halloween costumes

Knock! Knock! Scary pranks, for treats

 

 

 

Ivor Steven (c) Dec 2019

Feet and Excuses

Hello dear readers, I’ve written two Haiku’s recently, and I’m going to present them here as one piece, I have a feeling they might like to dance together…..

 

Feet

Truly nature’s treat

Standing amongst forest trees

Earth’s caressing feet

 

Excuses

Life’s, not excuses

The word, does not have uses

Let nature’s feet dance

 

Ivor Steven (c) October 2019

As The Crow Fly’s

Haiku:

As The Crow Fly’s

 

From grey tree branches

In sunlit sky, black crow sings

To all passing bye

 

Today I’m presenting two interesting music/videos, the first one is “Blackbirds”, by Gretchen Peters, a big thank you to Debbie, for the introduction to her, via her wonderful poem and article today >>https://gloriasmud.com/2019/10/04/its-only-a-song/

And the second, music/video, is from the “Black Whistle Singers” in Crow Agency Montana, singing a traditional American Indian song.

Ivor Steven (c)  October 2019