Thursday, October 1, 2009


Orbs in mystic flight,
Spectral spheres bring joy or fear.
On what plane am I ?

15 comments:

nobody said...

galaxies to cells
a journey of no distance
me and not-me, one

nobody said...

Hey Pen, when I first saw this pic I thought, 'Ayah, what am I going to do with that?' But I sat down and actually got right into it. For a couple of hours! And I spend all that time on it and the last line still sux, ha ha.

Anyway thanks matey. I don't know why, but coming up with a haiku for someone else's pic is so much more fun than writing one for a pic one's selected oneself. (Urgh, messy sentence but I'm sure you get it).

ciao ciao

Penny said...

hey nobody, I thought it would be a good challenge, I did see potential in it, but..it's one thing to look at it, and another thing to haiku on it!

I am working on mine,still.

Penny said...

Orbs in mystic flight,
Spectral spheres bring joy or fear.
On what plane am I ?

Penny said...

oh and btw, this picture in all it's strangeness is a fractal.

john said...

searching beams of eye
reaching in as well as out
open stars contained

Anonymous said...

No shoes, hairy pits
Calls herself a cosmic elf,
Hate that hippie girl!

Schutte

Anonymous said...

Gravity, they say,
Is a dent in the fabric
of the universe

schutte

nobody said...

The Schutte returns
dismissing all before him
froward as ever

nobody said...

Ha!

Penny said...

schutte:hate that hippie girl?
lol

su said...

the brilliance of maya
arising from the emptiness
of the formless void

nobody said...

Fine Su, just turn up and write the best haiku why don't you...

Bloody South Africans...

nobody said...

Um never mind that rude fellow Su, nice to have you pop back in.

kikz said...

i'm gonna cheat...

but this immediately came to mind..
as sung, by sting.

Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it's own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream.

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on it's face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking along the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind