Steep (Haiku)

The way may be steep –

but you can stop for a while.

Take a mo’ to breathe.

©SD Wheelock

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Moon

I fly at night

to see the moon

so close,

so close.

Moonlight adds sparkle

to the stars above.

Moonlight throws a bright path

across the still ocean far below.

The dark clouds around me

are edged with moon-kissed promises.

I fly at night

to see the moon

so close, so close.

©SD Wheelock

Awakening

Just a few weeks before Christmas the early mornings are dark.

From my hotel room high above the streets I can see everything.

Commuters lining the platforms, waiting for their trains,

Cars streaming past, headed the same direction as yesterday,

Delivery men in white vans distributing fresh food and

Joggers braving the bitter winter chill.

The day has started before the sun risen.

 

Just a few weeks before Christmas the early mornings are silent.

From my hotel room high above the streets I can hear nothing.

The sounds of the trains, the traffic,

The slammed doors of the delivery vans,

The heavy breathing of the runners and their thudding footfalls,

Cannot reach me through thick windows – sealed for safety reasons, you understand.

The day has started without me.

 

Locked up warmly in my hotel room,

I want to feel the chilled air,

Hear the rush of the wind,

Listen for birdsong.

Participate.

The day has started.

The sun is rising and I am awakening.

©SD Wheelock

Damage

You have been and gone.

If you meant to cause

All of the damage you could manage –

You succeeded.

Tangled memories remain.

Hope.

Joy.

Fear.

Confusion

Regret.

My heart was whole but

the damned shards

are elusive.

©SD Wheelock

Unexpected treasure

In Malta

past glories and hardships

hide in the neglected homes,

their rough-hewn limestone blocks,

now flaking and grimy,

no longer reflect

the golden history

of this brave and

steadfast island.

Tourists drawn by

promises of sunshine,

azure skies and

crystal clear water,

do not know and

may not see

your true beauty –

but I will remember

long after the sun sets.

©SD Wheelock

Pieces of Australia

In Australia

I swat at flies,

Shriek at the sight of cockroaches,

Walk past lizards warming themselves on sun-soaked pavements,

See wild galahs lining the telephone wires,

Listen to the early morning calls of the kookaburra and

the chorus of cicadas that shrill loudly as darkness falls,

watch big pelicans guard the shoreline,

duck as magpies to fly by and

try to discourage seagulls that hover

over the remnants of my picnic

as the smell of the BBQ lingers.

These are the pieces of Australia that I love.

© SDWheelock

Pieces of Australia

In Australia

homes in the suburbs have large verandahs.

double garages, cars with bull bars,

backyard pools, hills hoists and

ride-on lawnmowers that drone a

a soundtrack for the weekend.

Men wear thongs on their feet,

go to work in shirts with short sleeves,

and visit the drive-through bottle shop on their way home.

These are the pieces of Australia that I love.

© SDWheelock