today by the river

what else is needed
than a cherished place
where eyes rest

 

Scotch rose

          promises in buds
          in fields and in dreams
          reaching the skies

Scotch rose Rosa pimpinellifolia 'Plena'

lazy morning

lazy morning
stayed until
afternoon was ripe




I wonder if this is a haiku. I should probably study English haiku and tanka writing as well as English syllables to know... I already learnt that the counting of syllables is not that strict in English tanka and haiku writing.

Edit. 09/06/09. I have edited this poem twice and taken off "useless" words.

mummy's best friend

Tantrum after tantrum
      "mummy's stupid"
              she says.
Sometime between them
the sweetest angel
showing me four fingers
and asking
      "am I this old, mummy?"
Terrible twos
       going
         towards
                    terrible threes.
Giving me as many hugs
as the fingers she's showing.
Telling me
      "you're my best friend, mummy".

Arrival

I tried hard not to notice it

but I failed.

Hid my eyes behind dark glasses

but could not avoid seeing the light.

I had to give up my longjohns,

start scraping the lawn with my rake

and admit it.

Even if I were not ready for it

the nature is.

Spring has arrived.

carrying

Anxiety fills my heart.

Before I was a mother

little did I know about it.

Now, the joy and pain all mine,

to be carried with me

for the rest of my life.

Since though I no longer carry them

forever will they remain in me

and I will carry on

carrying

in my heart.

mind's pictures

Is there a greater pain 

than that of a mother

 

wishing all the good of the world 

for her child 

but fearing for the worst of worst

 

hoping to have the ability 

not to let the mind 

draw its obscure pictures 

but to stick to the facts.