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 ‘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 ‘Us’

We are

                                               lost.

Found.

                  Free.

Full.

s   a   i   s
 w  w  n   t
  e    a         o
    p    y          r
     t                    m
                               s.

                                               Lost.

Washed up

      in the lee.

~

We freeze

      as sheer

            translucent

waves,

      pounding down,

            atomised,

                  clothing

savage rocks in

      seething

            white.

~

We

      matter.

~

Let’s

      fill

our

      hearts

and

      face

the

      future

            walking

      hand

in

      hand.

~ ~

Note: this poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Who Matters?’ (Menu, Poems, Who Matters?)

(Also see Menu, Poetic Adventures, ‘Who Matters?’: An Adventure Exploring Poetic Technique)

‘Pride’ (Haiku and Big Triku)

Haiku ‘Pride’

The pride is scattered,

limping, dry season ahead.

Rain clouds will return.

Big Triku ‘Pride’

The pride has scattered

far, shattered, limping. Thirsty.

Dry season ahead.

~

Flies, dust, wet infected wounds,

pathetic hunger and fear. Sudden

new strength from desperation.

~

Resplendent female,

hot sun, purple storms. Eyes watch

her only future.