Friday Haiku : Morning Light

Across morning sky

Gloomy shadows of the night

Take flight, colors bright

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Nature’s iridescent paint

Shining will be day


Photo of this beautiful morning sky was taken by the author today ( February 1, 2019) from his doorstep.

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Gloomy Day Poem

Overcast sky
Like a lover’s mood
Gone sour
Rain clouds dancing
Waiting for the downpour

Looking for some relief
From the gray
Look for my beacon
To One Tree Hill
I make my way

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What are neighbors for
If not to brighten your day
Pocketful of persimmon
Was my reward
To push my gloom away

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All photos taken by the author on December 14, 2018

Darkness

A distant past under a star filled sky
Darkness of the new moon 
Lighted dimly by the evening star
Proclaimed your love looking at my eyes

Told me you understand me
More than I understand myself
Gazed at your eyes silhouetted
Reflecting darkness of the sea

Oh how I wanted to ask thee
What you understood about me
Seeking myself through the ages
It’s darkness only that I see

Were you scared of what you saw
To share with me what you found
Now I search for the answer alone
Under new moon’s darkened glow

Contradictions

A clear blue sky
Lacks definition.
Without a dark night,
For a bright day
There is no appreciation.
Without its spots
Moon won’t be as beautiful,
Road lacking few road bumps,
Journey is uneventful.
A blemish free life
There is no story to tell,
Without the past of Jean Valjean
Les Misérables won’t ring a bell.
Calm sea hides
Deep secrets in its bosom,
Vibrant nature in a moment
Wrecks havoc and destruction.
A world at peace,
Will it be boring?
Thought of violence
To appreciate peace,
It is depressing.
Even without appreciation
Rose will still bloom,
Even if no one looks
Beauty is not doomed.
A bipolar world
May be the norm,
Not an aberration.
Life is a saga
Full of contradictions.

Door closed for the last time

‘The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,’ —W.B. Yeats

The door closed for the last time
The old occupant had left
No light will be shining today
The hushed voices, furtive exchanges
Business transacted in darkness
Comings and goings at odd hours
Night owls were they
All will cease momentarily
Resistance was futile
Free will broken and subdued
Tears ran dry long ago
Scant cover of modesty
Snatched and thrown away
Colorful dresses just an allure
Before being routinely disrobed
First time the door slammed shut
Rainbow had vanished
Somewhere over the roof
Sky hidden by darkness
No rainbows shined today
Under cover of the whitesheet
Closed eyes could not see
Tears  running down from the sky
Perhaps appropriately
Last journey under a
Canopy of dark clouds
A life lived hiding
Behind closed doors
Dim lights unable to lift
Perpetual veil of darkness
Left that all behind
On a starless night
None left to weep
Behind closed doors, mourners
Busy selling their wares
They have to survive
Till their call comes
Somewhere a new occupant
Being prepared
To satisfy animal lust
The door will open soon
For innocence to be lost forever


This poem is in response to Jane Dougherty’s A Month (November) with Yeats Challenge day Seventeen