Seven years Have come & gone But this Next to none Years of heartache Deceit & loss Went by Human life Strifes to own All is blown Hearts webbed In infant glare Here and everywhere Be aware They are still Close to your pulse Loved ones Of all aeons © #AndreaCConnolly 23.9.2020
{“Lightning flash Flying toward the darkness Night-heron’s voice” Matsuo Basho/ 969} Thunder arrow Propelled from darkness Blue heron’s beak © #AndreaCConnolly 9.7.2020 (Reading Basho day and night)
Corpus Christi 2020 (At St Kilian’s birthplace, Mullagh, Co. Cavan; after lockdown and freedom of movement within the own county) Marsh marigold Float their rounded tableaus Dragonfly pads Water horsetail plant Lime trees with elephant trunks Yellow flag iris Hawthorn square Slope down to Holy well By the German oak (St […]
Reading Rilke by daylight Roses circle Petals fall upwards Chalice filled View inverted The mirror of everything A child still Folds in time Wing span of a hawk Fledgling ever Clouds words Birds in the rose bush Phrased cumulus © #AndreaCConnolly 17.5.2020
(Watercolour brushed on paper after a prolonged hiatus, to be continued, by Andrea Connolly) Something emerges An anchor An icon An origin Spread your mantle wide A shield for us provide Safe shelter To brave the storms © #AndreaCConnolly 22. April 2020
(reading Japanese waka poems) A fledgling hops from leaf to leaf soaks night dew My hair like Emperor Tenji I dream of mount Fuji A flurry of cherry blossoms blossom in me (One Hundred poets, One Poem Each/ Hyakunin Isshu) © #AndreaCConnolly 19./20. April 2020
Open letter to all I deeply care for My dear All of a sudden we were stopped in our tracks, the ones that we were used to take. We stand on our own now, sometimes wobbly, sometimes strong. Hanging our heads would be giving in to the gravity. And we feel the yoke for a […]
When I fold (For my chosen Truelove) When I fold myself Into you Time stands still Folds back on itself Enfolds us This is our only present Dreaming from the past Illuminated greening Eye-blinks of love Limitless, neverending © #AndreaCConnolly 28.3.2020 (First day of lockdown)
She dreams She dreams of skies Speckled with cumulus Cushiony clouds To dapple her unseen self Cocooned in petals Chartreuse clinging To each other She dreams of the warm Spectrum of rainbows Weaves in and out Of wakefulness Awaits the scented day © #AndreaCConnolly 22.3.2020
Cream mint Curled crest of seafoam Sanded ☘ shamrock © #AndreaCConnolly 17.3.2020 #StPatricksDay2020 #haiku #botaiku #mpy #photography by #AndreaCConnolly
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