May Haiku Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

church moss—if my eyes
were closed—a field of snow
without a crunch
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church moss—if my eyes
were closed—a field of snow
not a squeak or crunch
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sense of euphoria
raindrops falling in a forest
parched roots and reeds
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baptised again
by a meadow's morning dew
and a raindrop
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beauty never ages
it just becomes more refined
with each passing year
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the bamboo shakes spears
indecent to a wild wind
but still it bends low
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this pomegranate
how much more exotic can
it look—holding hands
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I step backwards
I stumble; it's all the same
I'm still on my tush
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I step backwards
I stumble; it's all the same
I'm still on my arse
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senses are grappling
with a heavy wall of fog
I'm betwixt two worlds
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how ghostly,
how exotic you appear!
in the morning fog
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no gimmicks
nothing slightly exotic
take me as I am
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mitigating smiles
a roguish crimson blush
ah, I love a rose
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it makes total sense
the rainbow after a storm
you in my arms
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Forget-me-nots
your presence of beauty
never forgotten
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the jury is out
I speak the goddamn truth
all you hear are lies
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Nightingale and the Rose
breast pressed to a thorn
singing for love
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taking yoga
I'm reinvigorated—
light as a heron
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ah, morning tea break,
and slowly the day begins
percolating steam
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slowly waking,
the morning is like a gilded rose
no imperfections
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as slowly as snails
meander and climb a tree trunk;
the traffic jam moves
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there's an opal sun
an opening through the clouds
as you take my hand
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May hailstones
The transition of lovers
Leaving each other
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love faces death with hope
failure isn't an option
frozen rosebuds
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soft metal work
school project, the teacher's pet
enameling gazes
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synchronicity
thoughts that are intertwining
move anti-clockwise
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spider web
the autumn sun setting
has no escape
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soft metal work
school project, the teacher's pet
enameling gazes
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what's it all been for?
if not quantum entanglement…
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formal gathering
the sun and ten thousand stars
a warm evening
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increasingly warm
the sun and ten thousand stars
formal gathering
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caught up in whirlpools
flowing forwards, flowing back
endless perspectives
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rhododendron
bridges heaven and earth
with sounds of humming
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rhododendron
somewhere between mortal and
bee-glade spiritual
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divine beauty
or deadly tragedy you pick
white rhododendrons
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silence of petals
the world hanging on a breath
the courtship of moths
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static bridge
somewhere in the middle
we all meet
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a bowl of field mice
sanctuaries made of straw by
the factory floor
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unusual eyes—
hidden dark matter holding
all together
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it's a long goodbye
paper handkerchief tree
my sanctuary
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Sanctuary gardens
Forget-me-nots are cut back.
Where my blues transform
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Pasque flowers
mark where fallen warriors rest
soldiers sanctuary
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broken flower stem
the weight of truly loving—
yellow daffodils
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broken flower stems
the weight of loving—
yellow daffodils
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The ellipses of sound
In the dry bamboo leaves go -
From noise to silence
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the courtship of cranes
mirroring compatability
the moon and stars
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I've got
'Tunnel vision', an earthworm spoke.
Gazing at the stars
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flavour of a cloud
thunder and lightning, and you
at its heart
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four seasons, but the
world has its invariables
the scent of a rose
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meditation…
is love in its simplest form
difficult — you ask
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shirota fields
a mirror to the blue sky
green shoots of my mind
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looking inward
the nature of the mind
looking outward
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inner stillness
a master of meditation
the great blue heron
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growing awareness
passing clouds gives some
welcome relief
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shades of velvet blue
the underskirts of the moon
discarded petticoats
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happenstance meetings
can be unlikely soulmates
kismet aligned
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half-eaten ripe plums
wasps — quite drunk with merriment
my long walk back home
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not all shadows
are suspended serpents
weeping gold willows
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cosmic flowers
a gnarly branch slightly bent
weight of destiny
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sacred windows
only sometimes do I
get a peek in
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trampoline net
oh, the joys of up and down!
something to catch you
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on these dullest days
feeling trapped and then
neon dragonflies
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as a mermaid sings
waves retreat to hear her song
the lure of the moon

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shawl of red
arms embrace herself
cocoon butterflies
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wafting the air
a butterfly net, glad
of the emptiness

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I mount the pavement
failure is my sweet reward
walking soothes the soul
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aim your arrows at
desire and eternal love
may these two points meet
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foghorn in the night
bullfrog territorial
the third quarter moon
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the forest floor
a symphony of bluebells
songs of my soul
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forest floor
symphony of bluebells
songs of my soul
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each red fuchsia
an individual flower
dance upon the earth
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rubbed together
calls to defend the songs
of cricket wings
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nightingale's song
reverberating right back
loves echo chamber
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long way round
leaping dolphins' traverse
between two worlds
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casting fishing nets,
all the stars are snapped up
in a sequin dress
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casting nets,
the stars are snapped up
in a sequin dress
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Glastonbury Thorn
pillar of Christianity
rests on a walking stick
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crown in a hawthorn,
hail the new king. Some things
don't lose their shine

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squished spider
in my wellington boot,
ah, well, dewy morn.

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Kelp, dried and hung
an old lady's weather warning
bad times lie ahead

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Shifting places - not
easy being a sand dune—
perpetually moving
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sandalwood scent
a call to meditation
for leaning inwards
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toad on top of toad
the undercarriage of the world
a heavy load
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Short-lived fanfare
Towns' May Queen is put on show.
Hospitable cheers.
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something sacred
in the palm of your right hand
my heart and soul
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May tree
a tantalising moment
in the universe
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Sakura
a tantalising moment
in the universe
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more rough seas than land
at times I'm a drowning man
spring meadow flowers'
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on a static bridge
somewhere in the middle
we always meet
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music rehearsals
mornings and evening fall
nightingales vs blackbirds
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if it were a test
of togetherness I'd be
a kite on your string
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some poisonous things
more acceptable than others
lily of the valley
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memories are like
loose roof shingles,
where the light gets in
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tonight after work
the cherry on top
The Flower Moon
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Some miscreants are
Like dung flies, they too need
swatting from society
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baptised again
by a meadow's morning dew
and a rain drop
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dreaming of my home
the apple doesn't fall far from
its orchard tree
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beauty never ages
it just becomes more refined
with each passing year
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window to my soul
needs care and some attention
but ah, what a view
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These are your illusions.
I don't live beneath your sky.
why don't you learn to cry
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I step backwards
I stumble; it's all the same
I'm still on my arse
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I step backwards
I stumble; it's all the same
I'm still on my tush
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Ode to a Nightingale
breast pressed to a thorn
singing for love

*
the courtship of cranes
mirroring compatability
the moon and stars
*
looking inward
the nature of the mind
looking outward

**
inner stillness
a master of meditation
the great blue heron

**
growing awareness
a passing cloud gives some
welcome relief