By Scott Bailey © 2017
Starlings swooping down
As they spy the big city
Wonders await them

Starlings swooping down
As they spy the big city
Wonders await them


Dancing with my wife,
last week the telegraph came:
Coughs ring round the trench.
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Three hundred and sixty-five poems in all shapes and sizes, sprung from dreams and emotion. Published day after day for a year. There are haiku, sonnets, katauta, lanturnes and many other forms – including free form. The moods are as varied as the forms and often reflect my mood on the day. There is sadness and grief, joy and love.
If nothing else – these can provide a small moment in everyone’s stressful lives to stop and contemplate the world in a different way.
I’m fresh out of spring
Beyond the long summer days
Winter is coming

The ancient secret
Burns in our hearts and our blood
Obscured by sharp lies
If you really want to know the secret check out Mankind Limited

The brush of midnight
Sweeps darkness across the sky
Sprinkled with white stars

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Stroke of Midnight
Silk slides on the breeze
Meets the flow of sharpened steel
Leaves a perfect tear

The meteor dares
To kiss the flames of the sun
Then slingshots away

This car is coasting
Familiar road ahead
Time to go off-road

Feel the space around
Everywhere that I can see
Breathe, release and live

Discovered knowledge
Treasured sweeter than any
Teacher could serve up

Dead enthusiasm
Passion for mundane labours
Seems to be required

Ring the bells of life
Every heartbeat tolling on
So jingle them well

Kingfisher fishing
Silver treasure in the dark
Ice seals the lake shut

The cold swallows flee
Riding currents to the south
Rivers take their time

Never ending beach
The crashing waves repeating
Permanence missing

Swifts swoop and dazzle
Aerobatics in the sky
Still, we watch in awe

Stood before a wall
Dreaming of the road beyond
Still before a wall

You must remember
When waking from reveries
All your dreams vanish

Let’s play with our pets
Keep them happy and content
While we milk them dry

Golden sunlight fills
The air where the songbirds spill
Their song while frost kills

No rhyme or reason
Bad luck keeps on reigning down
Good luck’s hard to find

The sun reaches out
And excites the northern sky
A watcher’s pleasure

Resting on the coast
The soothing sounds of the sea
Fill this empty shell

Hope holds back the tide
Stays the shifting golden sand
Thin mist arises

The painted ladies
Thousands fly from Africa
To be lunch for birds

Spring showers cascade
The blackbird enjoys the hour
Worms join the party

The snowflake’s fate is
To melt, to make great rivers
Thus quenching the flames

I stand on the shore
Unsure. Intimidated
By the great green deep

Also inspired by an old and longer poem -> here
In the red embers
The wake of the forest fire
Fresh green shoots arise

Darkness rules the deep
Bio-luminescence shines
Nature wins the day

A distant star blooms
Shining in the ancient night
Showers of starlight

The warm sun colours
The world like dancing daisies
Spread between the graves

Hard the mud did cake
Matted fur, red blood flowing
On snow-covered wolf

The screech of an owl
Clouds like scratches on the moon
Mouse darts warily
For “Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 369 SCRATCH and Screech.”

Droplet spins midair
Shimmering graceful free fall
Dashed against grey stone


Kerching! Kerchang! Pow!
Our economy picks up!
Soul still desolate.
Three hundred and sixty-five poems in all shapes and sizes, sprung from dreams and emotion. Published day after day for a year. There are haiku, sonnets, katauta, lanturnes and many other forms – including free form. The moods are as varied as the forms and often reflect my mood on the day. There is sadness and grief, joy and love.
If nothing else – these can provide a small moment in everyone’s stressful lives to stop and contemplate the world in a different way.
I am the hunter
Dance with me beneath the moon
Shafts of silver light

Lark perched by a lake
Reflected in dark water
A train rushes by

Sunlight streams through clouds
Warm, cascading waterfalls
Dispelled by a breeze


Old light from the past
Is still illumination
Wisdom echoes far

Fleeing from killers
The child runs desperately
To fill out a form
The blood of stars
Drives the magic of our dreams
Bound in dragon tears

Celebratory
The warming rays of the sun
Making the waves dance

#haiku
I don’t dare to dream
Reality is too harsh
To just brush aside

Stand tall on the board
A breeze teases the skin; dive
Slapped by water cold

The dark wide iris
Sparkling bright now, mists over
As it watches time

A hole in the ground
Still black water reflecting
Meteors above

Special, general
Einstein’s relativity
Beauty and balance
