Big Triku ‘Overstimulation’

Silver purple night –

same light that barely traced a

paltry evening disk.

~

Ceaseless resonance of sea.

Clear oystercatcher call travels through

this cool amphitheatre.

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Clarity of mind,

fine-tuned, no longer blinded,

sensing inner self.

Big Triku ‘Poplars’

Majestic poplars

leaning by the water’s edge,

lightly rustling leaves.

~

A sprinkling of coloured stars

glinting in the winter night, creatures

moving through the shallow light.

~

A flapping ghost, low

above the waving grasses,

sunbeams from the east.

~~

Note: this poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Paintings and Flowers’ (Menu, 2018, Poems, Paintings and Flowers)

Big Triku ‘The River’

Gradual hidden

mass scouring rocks – strong sunlight

flashing over black.

~

The world gently bends around

the silent water, my energy

draining down to the darkness.

~

Delicate branching

fractals crossing land, pouring

softly to the sea.

~~

Note: this poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Swept Away’ (Menu, 2018, Poems, Swept Away)

Big Triku ‘My Carriage’

The future need not

be helplessly drawn, as the

past charges ahead.

~

I made these spinning wheels, sped

them with Regret. I set it free, off

in a whinnying canter.

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Horizons unfold

all round. I turn to look, then

place my first next step.

Big Triku ‘Half-Turn’

I shall rise, and leave

before the sun, returning

once its light is done.

~

Many years have passed me by

since last I ventured out this way to

feel each moment of a day.

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When evening comes, I

shall rest, stars twinkling bright, as

the owl leaves its nest.