summer haiku d’été – earth, you’ll never hear – tu n’entends jamais


summer haiku d'été – earth, you'll never hear – tu n'entends jamais





earth, you'll never hear 
my sunny seas ebb and flow
in my nebula

tu n'entends jamais,
la terre, les houles de mes mers
dans ma nébuleuse

Richard Vallance

© by Richard Vallance 2020

photo public domain/ domaine public Pixabay
 

senryu – oceans of colour = océans de couleurs


senryu – oceans of colour = océans de couleurs

sorcerer moon
through my photo’s filter –
oceans of colour

oceans of colour 620

océans de couleurs
dans le filtre photo 
lune ensorcelante

Richard Vallance

By Many Roundelays, a sonnet


By Many Roundelays, a sonnet

by many roundelays 620

for Ludwig van Beethoven, and his Symphony no. 6
in F major, “La Pastorale”, III, Allegro, “Sturm” 

Our Earth, from space, goes spinning, Queen of Spheres,
composing clouds in rounds of roundelays,
so thrilling them they rain allegro tears
all over greening fields by stormed-in bays.
As stallions madly wing on lightning hooves,
they beat the Seven Seas, and break the calm.
They race to hem the hale moon in, that moves
their fears to tear us from our smug aplomb.
Our prayers are vain! They’ll never acquiesce
in any urge to quell our fears of gales,
our foibles sins to them, the stallionesque!
For who can take to heart their stunning tales?
   If they run mad, though I may be God’s fool,
   would poets foam for them where full moons rule?


Richard Vallance, © 2013