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Haiku-mix

I am really enjoying messing about with Powerpoint, making posters with past and present photos and poetry. I have another foursome. Haiku attached to photos taken by my husband Paul (the dragonfly) in the regional park and some photos I took in Bali (monkeys in a monkey forest park and an Indonesian komodo dragon), I also spotted this lizard in Kenya, when we went to Sudan and stopped in Kenya for a few days break. I posted these poems I wrote a while ago now, hope you enjoy the re-hash. I am once again experiencing lean times with my writing.
Haiku mix

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Optimistic Surrender

I posted this photograph I took in Bali, a couple of years ago now.  It was an eye opener, and provoked numerous emotions and pictures in my already somewhat disillusioned mind.  I have been perusing photos recently, and wrote this poem.  Tying it to this photo seemed appropriate.

Optimistic Surrender

 

Haiku: Life Cycles

I haven’t posted a haiku for a while now.  Possibly due to the leaner writing times I have recently been enduring.  I have attached the most recent haiku I wrote to a photograph my sister actually took, when my daughter and I went to Bali with her (Tania) in July 2011.  WOW!  Time flies, Bali in July, then commencing a new job in August!  I cannot believe that I have been in the new job for 6 months already!  I am getting a little testy, ‘itchy feet’ so to speak.  We will see where it all leads…. 🙂

Here is my haiku and the beautiful photo my sister took of a Rice field in Bali.  I love agricultural science (as those who often read my blog know); so I have a bit of an affinity with this photo.

HAIKU: False Hope

I took a whole heap of photographs in the Monkey Forest,when my daughter and I went to Bali in July this year.  A friend of mine commented on how ‘sad’ the monkeys looked. It hadn’t occurred to me that although these lovely animals roamed somewhat freely, they were really being held captive to the temple walls built around them, and were objects of our (tourists) enjoyment.  This enlightenment made me sad.  I have a couple of photos I took, and wrote yet another haiku.

False Hope

(Sharon Hughes, 2011)

Temple walls enclosing

trees, promising hope – freedom.

A cocoon – deceit.

HAIKU: Waterfall

Waterfall

(Sharon Hughes, 2009)

Serenading streams

join an illuminating

chorus of delight.

Waterfall in Bali (My photo)

I took this photograph when we went to Bali in July 2011. I wrote this Haiku in 2009; it seemed to fit nicely with the photograph of this beautiful waterfall.  When we were walking down a cascade of steep steps, to meet the base of the falls, we also saw two very amazing women, carrying stones, (granite I think) on their heads. I was flabbergasted at the weight these poor, brave women were carrying up and then walking back down to collect more continuously. Below is the photograph I took (with their permission).

Heroic Women in Bali, carrying granite from the base of a Waterfall

Summers Night Breeze

KOI

Beautiful Bird

I recently wrote this poem with the anticipation of our wonderful Australian summer being on our doorstep.  I have connected it to some photos we took on a recent trip to Bali. I love the weather there; I also love the warm Australian summers, the animals, the sights and sounds, and the breeze, the way it gently cools and refreshes.  Bali is a wonderful place to go when the weather in Australia is cold. It gives me a taste of what is to come.

Summers Night Breeze
(Sharon Hughes, 2011)

 

She has held her breath for too long.
The birds call to her, in their yearning
to have her beneath their wings, they
serenade her, eager to lure her to respire.

 

Do not release your anger; we desire
only to hear you whisper softly, to take
away the heaviness of our depths; to break
the silence, and create a new harmony.

 

Caress our souls, halt the cacophony
on this still summers night; the cicadas
are crying out, the frogs are vocalizing
their pleas, “Dance for us sweet zephyr”.

 

She drew in her breath and whispered,
making the trees tingle all over; their
leaves shivered gently as she tenderly
whistled her sentimental tune.