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Saturday, 5 December 2020

Union

There is a sky-blue sky

With silver framed white clouds

The waiter’s uniforms

Are trimmed with turquoise brocade


Such are the welcomes of lascivious thoughts

As encouraged by the so so skimpy bikinis

Obsessed, as I have become

By the need to be more than overtly sexist


Not though caused by my looseness

As brought on by the Mediterranean vacation

But rather as a defiant response, to the slap-

Down email, from the Arvon course director


Of course no names are mentioned

No specifics given

Of the aforementioned complaint

A masterclass in denial, or deception


There is a sky-blue sky

White clouds heading for the heavens

Yet it is movement without movement

As it is music without music


I don’t expect Satie’s Gymnopédies

Are too too popular here in Sensatori

Neither Clare de Lune either

Not so so early in the day


The blue sky becomes more blue

As the excitement grows

Before the bride-to-be appears

In white veil, tattoos, painted toenails


Friday, 4 December 2020

Packaged

Sea-view (just about) balcony

Toblerone for breakfast

Quarter-past-twelve already


Salad bowl, tuna in pitta bread

Two glasses of Estrella

All-inclusive, first ten euros saved


Apparently, it is tattoos

Which give the Brits away

Oh yes, and our choice of beachwear


Also the seriously strong drinking

So so early in the day

Then the cor-blimey cockney accents


Which really take the biscuit

While we, we check out the snorkelling

Before decamping to the cocktail bar


Several Mojito’s or similar later

It is time to rise from the bar stools

Then fall arse over tit


Bloodstains on the bedclothes 

Also on the shirt, and on the shorts

One day in Ibiza, that is all it takes


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Thursday, 3 December 2020

For Peace

raging seas—

lying over Sado island

the Milky Way


Bashō Matsuo

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That place of rage

Blood veins thick

With the rich liqueurs

Of violent emotion


That mind of rage

Not another thought welcome

Beyond the lusted for

Languors of love


That hope of rage

Where the stream flows

The sunlight sparkles on the water

As together hands are held and steps taken


haiku mind

108 poems to

cultivate awareness 

& open your heart

is by Patricia Donegan  

Wednesday, 2 December 2020

Nonviolence

in between

the Kabul bombings—

voices of cricket


Patricia Donegan

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Peter Gabriel sings:

The power of your heart

You know me

I like to dream a lot


In between

The haiku

And the song

And the Sunday

Afternoon stillness

I see

The recently trimmed edge

Its line

In line with the line of time

At least until next spring


haiku mind

108 poems to

cultivate awareness 

& open your heart

is by Patricia Donegan  

Tuesday, 1 December 2020

Forgiveness

“Compassion instead of revenue”

to the one breaking it—

the fragrance

of the plum


Chiyo-Ni

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Bright yellow

In November

Brushing up

Against

The moss covered roof


Take one cutting

Plant one tree

Meanwhile

The self-seeding

Self seed


Light plains

Out of season

Covering up

Covering over

The ash covered loss


haiku mind

108 poems to

cultivate awareness 

& open your heart

is by Patricia Donegan