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jasmine flower
when light shines into
your eyes
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Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension 2011.
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granny’s attic —
brushing my hair
spider web
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Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension 2011.
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receding tide
a broken chair
in the river bed
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A version of this poem appeared in 7X20 in March 2011. This version was posted on NaHaiWriMo fb page. Many thanks to Pris Campbell for her suggestion.
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olive branch —
let our barque glide through
smooth water
.
Prompted NaHaiWriMo extension 2011
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white daisies …
to her a necklace
of pearls
.
Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension 2011.
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between
my ego and yours
a butterfly
.
Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension 2011
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spring clean
shredded in the compost heap
newspapers
.
Prompted, NaHaiWriMo 2011 extension
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lilac sprays
though my birthday is
in the summer
.
Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension 2011
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fruit bowl
a bee in and out of
the sunlight
.
Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension 2011
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lilac flower
first through the school gates
a bee
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Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension 2011, see facebook page here
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April frost
I never meant to let you
go so early
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Prompted, NaHaiWriMo extension fb page here
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chamomile —
drinking the fields
from my teacup
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Prompted, on NaHaiWriMo fb wall here
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small mercies
windswept hair and the sea
on my lips
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Prompted, posted on the NaHaiWriMo extension April 2011 here The prompt was: Trees.
(The photo is from Wikipedia! I really like this deckchair!)

Suzi Smith, of Spirit Whispers, hosting this month’s Festival of the Trees, asks us to think of trees which make us tick, inspire us, which get the metaphors flowing. Well, there is no question, for me there are three trees: the lemon, the fig and the olive. (earlier posts here and here). I wrote a novel with the lemon tree in the title as well as in the centre of the main character’s home; a poem about olive trees, which won second prize in the inaugural edition of Big Pond Rumours Poetry Competition, 2007, and, well, the fig tree features in the novel too.
But there are others, of course, there are others. I have a peach tree in my garden, resting against the wall of the house; two pear and three apple trees; a plum tree, various conifers, and a yew, in addition to my three lieblings! If you knew the size of my garden, you would understand that fitting so many trees in such a small space is no mean feat – but I simply enjoy having trees in my garden: sitting under them, watching them grow, flower, and prepare for winter, harvesting their fruit…
So we established I love trees. But is there one in particular? Thinking about it for the last week, wondering which one is really the most and absolute favorite of mine, I finally came to a decision. I made a choice. My favorite is, breath deeply, yes, it is the Tree of Life. The tree of all trees, the tree that contains all of my trees and all trees and beings and life, in a nutshell. Or is it the other way round? Is it the case that each tree contains in itself the Tree of Life, and all that it represents? I’ll let you decide.

Today, Arbor Day in some parts of the world, I’d like to share a few pictures of my trees and a few of my tree-inspired haiku and micro-poems:
trap door
the scent of lemon blossom
carried by the wind
tree of life
an olive branch was never
enough
in the garden
a bush warbler serenades
plum tree blooms
against the fence
a forgotten willow broom
buds
Domesday Tweet
The last fruit from the Tree of Life
picked, weighed and DNAed,
graced Kew Garden’s Eden Landscape.
[In escarp March 26, 2010]
More tree pictures in my Scrapbook here
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firing clay —
once again playing
gods
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Prompted, posted on fb NaHaiWriMo extension 2011 here
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spring horse—
the robot rides without
a smile
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Prompted, posted on fb page of NaHaiWriMo extension here
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egg tooth–
chipping away at the shell
of this haiku
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What is an egg tooth? Accrding to Wikipedia ‘ the egg tooth is a small, sharp, cranial protuberance used by offspring to break or tear through the egg’s surface during hatching.’ See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_tooth
This is a prompted haiku, posted on the fb page of the NaHaiWriMo extension 2011
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earth to earth–
half the garden under
my fingernails
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Prompted, on Earth Day 2011. See also here
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for your eyes only–
cherry blossom lit by
the full moon
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This haiku, prompted, was posted on NaHaiWriMo’s facebook page here
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garden fence —
weeding round her narcissi
my neighbour
.
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learning to trust
my nature?
windmil
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tree of life
an olive branch was never
enough
.
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old people’s home –
she looks for her cherry tree
again and again
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boxed in
the nightjar flaps its wings
in vain
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Thames mist—
street lights join
the Milky Way
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tin cry–
tired of bending, always
bending
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“When a bar of tin is bent, a crackling sound known as the ‘ tin cry’ can be heard due to the twinning of the crystals.”
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