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.

~

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.

~

When evening comes, I

shall rest, stars twinkling bright, as

the owl leaves its nest.

Big Triku ‘Travesty’

We have a pot hole,

so it’s true; I’ve heard of them –

some have quite a few.

~

Send a team of twenty now,

before this hole starts spreading, before

we face a gaping monster.

~

What have things come to?

When something happens like this?

To disrupt our bliss?

Big Triku ‘The Top?’

I turn a corner,

to face the gradual rise

of another hill.

~

When I reach the end, by the

blue sky, will it only be to see

the path continue upward?

~

Surely some corner,

before the clouds, will show the

glorious summit?

Big Triku ‘My Challenge’

Towering mountains

reach too high to see. Standing

before them – just me.

~

Yet sunlight cuts the mist and

I see others standing near. My doubts

disperse, my path is now clear.

~

We shall climb as one.

And we shall not turn nor stop

until it is done.

Big Triku ‘Helping at a Show’

Alone, I walked the

empty halls – stopped by a view

of the cold grey sea.

~

And I found friends inside, and

people flowed in in swelling tides with

voices as warm as summer.

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I might know what such

days can be, if I let them

rise to memory.

Big Triku ‘Christmas Flutters’

Damp and gloomy here,

somewhere in a frozen air,

snow falls thick and cold.

~

I close my eyes and find I‘m

there, a billion snowflakes circling round

my cabin on the mountain.

~

Inside my own snow

globe, crackling fire inside, I

watch the world of white.