Poetry Chunter

Today's post is to share some of my poetry, haiku and senryu. Both forms are essentially the same i.e. 5 - 7 - 5 syllables but the content is what distinguish them - haiku are about nature and the seasons, senryu are about politics, satire or more *ahem* sensual themes.

Haiku

Pace to pace to stare
at the window waiting - stop
her cold hands wrung raw

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let the tears flow free
raw pain washed in hot salt tracks
release to grief shared

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moonlit glint of steel
the warrior makes his mark
life silently leaves

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niveous blanket
wraps green pine tree branch
scintillates starlight

Senryu

finger traces chest
lips move to kiss sweet washboard
he loves to work out

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whisper soft touches
truth or dare willing recruit
white cotton removed

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deceit unravelled
torn fabric of lies hangs limp
smug - I told her so

(c) Lexx Clarke 2010

Some words of warning

Those of you who have been kind enough to visit my blog already will know that I created it as a place to post things that I have written. Some of you have even been kind enough to read my work and offer a critique. For those of you that haven't read anything I've written I think it's only fair to give you fair warning about what I write.

I write fiction with violent characters and themes, they don't pull any punches and will swear...a lot. What I write is not for the faint of heart, there will be guns, knives, sex and violence. I also try and show some level of humanity in people that would appear to have none, some chink of the real person battered and bruised, lost and hidden. I'm not going to give schmaltzy empty endings though because too often life is not like that.

I'm aware that there will be those who will be mightily confused by the content of my writing and the person that you have come to know. I actually am as easy going and fluffy as you think I am but my inspiration comes from without, not within. Remember though, it's fiction!

The reverse is true of my haiku and senryu, all that does come from within, from my soul and the part which is so often hidden for fear or being crushed. It is an unremitting exposition of me.

So please, read and enjoy, comments are always most welcome but don't say I didn't warn you :o)