Friday’s English Haiku – #39

Fridays English Haku 39 - May 4 2918 - hubble - dwarf galaxy NGC 5264

Frozen memories,
Love flies to the face of loss,
Spitting in death’s eye.


© 2018 Robin McShane




Friday’s English Haiku – #30


Signs of you lie still
Quiet in the midnight air
Breathing gone for now


My MS Brain

My MS Brain - Aug 27 2017


Filing away at arid drips of memories
My brain destroys parts of itself,
Smoothing gaps which I can’t see or feel
Until the faint outline of what was
Flickers…flickers…then fades.

Shavings fall at my feet
Where a light breeze flicks them up
And away,
Tumbling just out of reach
Until even their shadows have faded,
Experiences gone.

New shapes try to take their place,
Yet have their own space to fill,
Until the sharpened knife,
With the dull edge,
Comes around again,
Scrapes their edges,
Blurs their clarity,
Strips their pride,
As the tell-tale strips fall,
Fly and fade to dust.


© 2017 Robin McShane

Cherry Berry

For NaPoWriMo and GloPoWriMo 2016 – Day 11 (to prompt)


Here I sit in the Coffee House,
My favourite one around,
The air is buzzing, vibrant,
Yet a comfortable feeling of Home.

The coffee smells as it roasts
In the brick-walled roastery,
Aromas delicately wafting through,
And each room a character to itself.

I tinkle on the piano,
In the smaller room with the tables,
Move to sit in the lounge,
Sipping on my cappuccino.

With people chatting quietly,
I give the business room a miss,
For today I don’t feel like business,
Have no plans anyway.

Winter is drifting in,
So I’ll skip the verandas two,
And the deck,
And end up by the bar,
Where the action happens.

Coffees are made,
Drinks are poured,
Bills are paid,
Friends and owners gather on wooden stools,
Familiarity so warm.

Then she glides through the wall … and my heart breaks again.


© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane


The Prompt: “Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. An abstract, philosophical kind of statement closing out a poem that is otherwise intensely focused on physical, sensory details. Happy writing!”

Together No More – NaPoWriMo 2015 – Day 4 (to prompt)

Respect, like water,
Dribbles from the table,
Unable to be contained,
Spreading, falling, fast.

In its free-fall
Each drop contains an element
Of you,
A particle
Once held in esteem,
Once looked upon with awe
And reverence.

Yet now it falls,

In its endeavour to be part of
It lost its allure,
Heralding secrets,
It divided from the pack
And now it floats alone,
With its brothers,
To the floor.

Water running where there was no bridge,
Tide flowing where there was no sea,
Illusion splintered
Splashed upon the floor.
Together no more.


© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane
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Day 4 NaPoWriMo and the prompt is to write a love or break-up poem. “Try to write a poem that expresses the feeling of love or lovelorn-ness without the traditional trappings you associate with the subject matter.” Hope I succeeded?

Brain’s All A-Fog – Poetry 201 – Day 5

Quick repartee, not my style anymore,
Mine’s disappeared, less thought, lost it’s core,
In days now gone by I could joust with the best,
Charge against those who would challenge the quest,
Gallop along upon strong steeds of words,
Harness the power of nouns, subjects, verbs,
Push hard on the lance of bright, new ideas,
Piercing through armour of hatred and fears,
Parry and thrust with thoughts and illusion,
Pairing companions with hard fought for fusion,
Adjectives tripping off waterfall tongue,
Cascading to whirlpool of banter and fun.

But now my brain’s foggy, lies dank, dark and cold,
Slowed by these lesions, some new and some old,
Blocking the impulses, stopping their run,
Conduction now frozen, icing the pun,
Nerves lying exposed, fragile and broken,
Crushed, severed lines where words can’t be spoken.

Saliva slow meanings now drool from my lips,
This well worn out fool left begging for tips,
Or an ancient Great Dane, run ragged, used up,
Whose only enjoyment is slurping from cup,
Together we mourn the loss of our way,
As one we adapt to a much slower day,
Relating the new to the way that we were,
The old me has left now, Goodbye and Adieu!


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Day 5 – Prompt: Fog; Form: Elegy; Device: Metaphor

This was a challenge as I wrote a poem, then realised it needed to be elegiac couplets! Was a challenge to then edit it to that form! Phew! Think I strained my foggy brain! 🙂

So chuffed – started the day with a ‘Like’ from Ben for yesterday! YAY!! Thanks Ben – means a huge amount to me copmong from you – made my day!! 🙂

Eternally Entwined

You came to me in dreams of gold,
Fashioned ready, deep to hold,
Then flew up high, far out of sight,
Left me bleeding, oozing might.

I watch for you as cycle turns,
Life cannot be without your burn,
All the hours shared with you
Burnished me, until you flew.

I dream together we will be,
Paths now distant, honing free,
Renewing us to parallel course,
Creating space, experiencing source.

Souls entwined, past earthly things,
Forever formed to share and sing,
Songs of being, sung perfectly,
Through time and space eternally.

Love runs deeper than we know.

© Copyright Robin McShane

August 22 2014

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I Will Survive

It bit me deep,
Turned blood to stone,
Dripping tears,
Shed all alone.

A loss so great I could not count,
Nor feel, nor hide, no cost amount,
But pain a strange bedfellow makes,
With guarded smacks and hallowed shakes.

And somehow life keeps creeping back,
I know not how, I tried the lack,
So, picking up where I’d left off,
I stood, shook body, dusted off.

Life knocked me down, a chance to grow,
Or wallow in a self-made glow,
With fingers reaching for the light
Yet finding nothing but darkest night.

I will survive

© Robin McShane 2014
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