Thursday, April 18, 2013

Haiku by Anthony Ward


I’ll always love her,
If we lived eternally
I would die for her.


I look to the past
being blind to the present
seeing no future


I’m tired of dying
As I die every day...
I just want to live.


I can teach myself,
though I cannot learn from it
what others teach me.


art reveals torture,
self inflicted punishment
that does us no harm.

Anthony Ward tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including The Faircloth Review, The Pygmy Giant, Jellyfish Whispers, Turbulence, Underground, The Bohemyth, Torrid Literature Journal and The Weekenders, amongst others.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Haiku by Sue Howard

Robin, beak full, streaks
across open sky; what radar
tracks which tree is home?

The wind sings, the trees
sway, birds joggle-dance
across the grey-white sky.

Monkey-faced pansies
bobble-headed by the wind
nod good afternoon.

Young leaves quiver
like fountain pond ripples;
gusting wind tickles.

Mamma walks the sky
at night sowing moonbeams...
seeds of poems.