Innocent, you looked up
At the world that walks and talks,
And you tried to sit up
To absorb the wonder of it all
Yet you yourself were restrained
By harsh black Velcro that had you framed
Like a crayon picture for motherly inspection.
Restrained, thus detached,
From your mother and the world:
One only needs logic
To systematise the effect of this cause.
It was a shame when you looked up
And saw your gentle mother
Looking not at you, but the same
Talking-walking world that you were watching
So you winced, and cried, not just for yourself
But for the family unit as it manifests
In today’s absent world.
In short, we are out of touch; asynchronous
With not only the present, but our identities:
The days when mother held child
Like monkey held infant are receding
Like rainforests in the new age.
The most formative of days,
So every position, every situation
And every sigh of early morning air
Can alter the course of your toy-box ship.
Toasted marshmallows Living and loving with friends Warmth of company
Squirrel in the oak Treading a snake-like grass path Sheltered by nature
Discordant household Desire to start again Escape to the woods
Hello, hello !
I hope you’re all enjoying February Haiku Month. I know I’m enjoying it; its truly a blast. I’m very happy with the momentum I’ve picked up. Likewise, it’s great to see so many new faces around !
Now, amongst other things, I’m a photography guy. Some of my poems on this site are complemented by original photos. I take great pride in my photos, and love sharing them with people. I love it when they find one they truly love.
Because I love sharing them so much, I decided to create my own, personal website for photography ! Check it out at:
There, you’ll find some of the photos you might already be familiar with, and plenty of others. Check back every now and then, and there’ll be even more. You can also follow my Instagram for updates, too:
It would mean so much if you would check it out. I hope you enjoy what you see.
Thank you so much for coming to Esse Duo !
Steaming old tea pot A gentle misty morning Taste of fragrant dew
From my good friends wrist I covet the golden watch Green eyed jealousy