A progressive haiku about noise

Ape-house at the zoo…

A great family outing:

screams, snot, candy floss.

*

Enjoying the garden…

Teenagers’ windows open,

loud music thumping.

*

Footballers swearing…

A Sunday stroll in the park

on the day of rest.

*

Walking on the Downs…

Free tickets to the air show,

mobiles ringing.

*

Reflecting on ears…

The miracle of hearing

and the art of quiet.

(c) Sarah Potter, 2012

I dedicate this progressive haiku to one devoted dad who snatches moments from parenthood and cleaning sticky noses to write haiku and experimental fiction at  graphitebunny.wordpress.com

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A mist haiku trilogy

Mist in the treetops…

The clouds have come visiting;

the sun stays at home.

*

Mist turned to drizzle…

The sky eats the horizon

and spits at the earth.

*

Mist dissipating…

Birds snatch disappearing worms

and swoop to the sun.

(c) Sarah Potter, 2012

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This is the first time I’ve reblogged anything, but these photos of Montreal Gardens posted on http://allaboutlemon.wordpress.com are too fantastic to miss.

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Montreal Gardens

Can you imagine the maintenance?  Wow!

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A poem to the daughter who mightn’t have existed

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The poem below, written fifteen years ago, is dedicated to my beautiful and characterful daughter–herself a mother of two fantastic children–and who, this weekend, celebrates her 30th birthday.  I love you, my big baby xxxx

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THE CHOICE

you are the best mistake I ever made

laid

backs turned, doors slammed, new friends found, new front doors

thaws

I knew you because you made sure of it

prophet

as an inchling squirming in my womb

room

hand-me-downs of doll-sized clothes sat folded

moulded

long days passed before my gift-wrapped surprise

guise

you never cried–too nosy from the start

heart

a beautiful individualist

kissed

old spurners backtracked to ingratiate

late

I’d petition angels to protect you

true

we fought pitched battles with the world and won

stun

and now I watch you fight your teenage wars

roars

your eyes squall-grey, fire from your studded nose

pose

smiles, apologies, blue-eyed bliss, peace

cease

an unbreakable individualist

kissed

lovers of your own and choices to make

wait

(c)Sarah Potter, 1997