May the road rise up to meet you

In response to On the Road—The Journey Begins:

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May you walk with ease

along a well-marked path

May your load be light.

∼ ∼ ∼

When mantras hum

the road carries me

cares dissolve

the journey and I 

are one again.

∼ ∼ ∼

Suzanne is launching a new bi-weekly prompt series called ‘On the Road—Prompts for Haiku, Haibun and Haiku.’  The introductory post explains her vision:

We are all travelling some kind of road – the road of life – the road to the deep interior – the road to nowhere – the road to recovery – the road home …  Our journeys can be physical and/or metaphorical;  inner and outer.

On the Road prompts focus on various aspects of the journey.  Two prompts are posted each week.  One on Wednesday and the other on Saturday (Australian EST).

The prompts are offered as suggestions for haiku, haibun and haiga.

The first prompt is an old Irish blessing “May the Road Rise up to Meet You”.  My first response is a haiku and the second is a tanka.  After I wrote it I realized that a tanka may be outside the scope of this challenge…that remains to be clarified.

©2017 Ontheland

Four twigs

This a collection of 17-syllable observations that I wrote in recent weeks:

Roadside stacks of brush by farm acres—no space for surplus twigs.

Young boys on ATVs raise clouds of dust spinning around my washed car.

Life is more simple when it pours—everything slows except traffic.

Boy rides kayak spinning in surging rapids as father guides from shore.

©2017 Ontheland

Quicksand

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As I feel myself consumed
by insanity
I grasp repeatedly
 for 
impossible reality.
I sink in quicksand,
a hungry suction
drags me down.
I flail,
helpless in never-ending
delusion.

There is no danger
no quicksand
yet
this mindset
consumes me,
its energy,
intoxicating,
exhausting 
hypnosis.

Twisted nostalgia skips
across scratched memory
seen, felt, heard,
and as a puppet
I re-enact it all
over and over
until spring
thaw when
lucidity awakes
 and speaks:
"stand step back
stand step back
look listen hold on."

                                                       ©2017 Ontheland

 

The spin

My life,

a marble,

spinning to destiny,

rotating in the sun,

spiraling through darkness,

navigated by unseen hands.

Tumbling in a dried creek bed,

tossed to a running river,

sinking to mud, waiting,

then scooped up and laid to rest

in a straw nest—

until the wind blows.

My water-worn remains,

scratched and pocked,

still a marble,

spinning to a final throw,

a flash of light or shadow,

joy or sorrow.

© 2017 Ontheland

Photo credit:  BarbaraALane

 

Life is poetry

Life is poetry

Life is music

Life is art, dance….

Each speck

Each peccadillo

Each laugh, each tear

Each flower

Each breath

Each moment

Each eternity

Is

Is poetry

a river of being

Alive

River and spray,

Flame and ash,

Song and echo,

Home and journey,

Everything and

nothing at all.

©2017, Ontheland

If feelings of déjà vu are coming up for you, you may  have heard Cid Corman’s three-line poem titled ‘The Call’ (at the link scroll down to find the poem–it opens with ‘Life is poetry’. Or you may have heard these words attributed to Leonard Cohen:  ‘Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash’. Both Cid Corman’s poem and Leonard Cohen’s quote resonate with me.