Animals, Haiku, Poetry

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, People, Poetry

HAIKU: 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
Environment, People, Poetry

Summers Night Breeze

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.