If I could turn back the clock

there were moments
frozen in time, but never undone
there were words
spoken in haste, and forever hanging
in that space between the dimension
of forgiveness and pain
laughters that echo
through the tunnels of time
there is love that is overwhelming
but still not enough
it is not emptiness that remain
but bittersweet pain, the deep loss that knows
what will never be replaced.
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Photo courtesy of Gabriella

Where have all the people disappeared to? Do we say hello to one another down the street? Does Friday appear almost as soon as Monday is here? The weekend passes by in a blink...

brisk summer walks
business as usual
city is alive and aware

How have all my friends been doing? Do we still write emails and letters  to each other? Does December appear almost as soon as soon as January arrives? The months pass by in a blink...

autumn to autumn
rivers flow as they should
to sea without hesitation

When did all the children go silent? Do we hear their laughter ringing in the street? Does winter appear as soon as summer is over? The seasons pass by in a blink...

snowflakes fall
all sleep even as the wind howls
the earth renews itself

Why are all the babies announcements unfamilliar? Did we attend our best friends' baby showers this year? Does Christmas appear almost as soon as we celebrate New Year? The year passes by in a blink...

a lone sprig grows
spring brings hope and false
security is so fleeting

Where is that mountain over yonder? Did I miss the horizon while the city grew taller? Did a concrete jungle  appear over busy years? Did the decades pass us by in a blink...

summer is relentless
like the morning glory
a kingdom to climb

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because Gabriella is calling haibun
and winter is over

River dreams

step into my dream
it meanders like a never-ending river


the river of my youth is a rock
it anchors me to my childhood


there is a place
where the clouds are mirrored
in flowing water

crocodiles lurk
but do not attack

floating islands invite play

riverbanks merely 
a gateway to secrets below the water

there is a place
where bamboo reeds are growing
reaching to the sky

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train rides south
mum missing dad
oblivious, we only enjoy
our moving playground
measured independence
childhood moments

murder on the orient express
mysteries of grey blue eyes
courtesy of Agatha Christie
hours of escape

childhood read
for dversepoets
Bill's post takes me to the time at least 40 years ago. Dad was a manager at a timber company. We had to venture hinterland to see him.
The train ride was at least 12 hours. North. South.
At least I thought so.

the philosophy of abstaining

fast, to appreciate hunger
compassion for your fellow mankind
food plays with the senses


abstain from your deepest desires
and your existence will
be pure pleasure


take a vow of silence
you will find words
too precious


disappear from the online world
for awhile, you will see clearly
the best of the best



today I celebrate Eid, after a month of fasting. And our dear Brian, is back within our fold after many months of staying away. hence, the above poem.

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