meaning

cup of tea at twelve
planets turn around the sun
small boy smiles and waves


for: haiku heights 154 meaning

mobile immobile

a world on your fingerprints
clenched like a hand grenade
cyberspace messages
creasing your lips
you're causing diversions
unfazed while a passer-by
trip-wires away from
a virtual time-bomb
you're: surfing haphazardly
liking distractedly
blacking reality
out for a bit
controlled by a microchip
hypno-robotic charged
rendered immobile
when a lamp-post is hit...

Click to see mobile distraction in action here.

Posted  for Theme Thursday-Distraction

first cycle

pedals turn small feet
mother frees and grips air as
he rides off her hands

Posted for Haiku Heights #153 "First"

Ups and Downs: A Day in Western Lake District.

A casual squint at the map was my first mistake of the day.

Choosing the nearest direct route from our cosy holiday cottage in Ambleside to the Ravenglass and Eskdale Railway in the Western Lake District was my second.

I'd visited the railway as a teenager and my memories of it had become enshrined as something magical that must be revisited. Have you ever noticed how time can make an occasion seem much more perfect than it probably was?  I visualised the railway as the perfect day out. I'd tried to take the family there on previous Lake District holidays, but had always been talked out of it. This time there was to be no escape...

What I've learned about the world
 #186023D:
What looks like the quickest route on a map is not necessarily the best one to take.

Maybe the signs should have warned me, but I suppose I must have just ignored them. The Wrynose and Hardnott Passes sounded like something from an afternoon's adventure with Frodo and Sam in "Lord of the Rings". This could be nothing worse than stumbling over a few rocks as heroic music by the London Philarmonic sprinkled onto a magnificent vista.

Unfortunately I had no staff to lean on. Instead my trusty companion was the Citreon Xsara which, it soon transpired, was completely unfit for the task in hand. Maybe in the Shire below, the Citreon might have looked ready for an adventure, but up here in the clouds, it was trembling like a spooked hobbit waiting for some black riders to pass.

Some advice. When you're driving up a mountain in first gear and you have to stop precariously at the edge every few hundred metres or so to let a massive 4x4 go by, always make sure you put the car back in gear. I only forgot this once but it prompted tears from both of my children and a cry of another kind from my wife. You do travel faster sliding back down a steep incline, than you do crunching upwards, it must be said.

What I've learned about the world:
#186023E:
When negotiating a hairy hair-pin bend whilst driving down the side of a mountain and trying to see the way forward, the triangular side/front window of a Citreon Xsara looks less like a mistake and more like a liability.

Oh, and what I've learned about the world

 #186023F:

The Lake District is a very misleading name. Why not the Mountain District?
And,
#186023G:
Never ever drive over anything called a Pass again.
(Hopefully the driver above learned this too...)

Finally we reach Dalegarth Station: the rain comes on and we wander into the gift shop. They are selling certificates for having survived the Passes and my daughter, as if to mock me, asks to buy one.

We've missed the train. It will be an hour until the next one, so we jump back into the Citreon and race another seven miles to Ravenglass. I'm glad that it's flat all the way. 

When we reach Ravenglass, it's not as I remember it. In the adult world, you have to pay to park the car before you can rush to catch the steam engine, but we make it and even have time to grab a cup of tea for the ride.

Steam pours past our open windows and a fantastic little journey through a beautiful landscape of fields, forests and hillsides begins. At last I begin to remember why I've wanted to come back for over twenty years...

When we reach Dalegarth Station for the second time, we notice, this time, the coloured bunting that welcomes us. It coincides with a less stressful feeling now that we have no car to worry about.

We decide to take a saunter along the narrow road and head out into the countryside. Turning right at the Brook House Inn, we find a path that leads us past a little church called St Catherine's and on towards a riverside walk. We sneak under a small bridge (which seems to have been built solely to re-enact the story of "The Billy Goats Gruff") and onto a pebbly riverside.  Throwing stones into the water becomes our focus for the next half hour. We move across stepping stones to the middle of the river, hopping from stone to stone until we reach a perfect little island, full of flat pebbles with which to skim the surface of the river. Almost without realising it, we are having a "this is the life" moment...

Heading back up the path, we are magnetised by the quiet little churchyard. As we wander around, I'm looking for some kind of inspiration and find it in an inscription on slate positioned to the right of the church entrance.

Displayed are the words of a young signalman. They are a moving tribute to the ultimate sacrifice he made for his country as well as his undaunted, unquenchable faith. In this setting, surrounded by hillside, trees and sky, the words seem to resonate profoundly over the decades since they were uttered. 

Back at Dalegarth, crowds are gathering to catch the return train. So much so, that we miss it and are forced to wait for the next one. It becomes warmer for a while and all around us ice creams are beginning to be consumed. A lad bounds over the single narrow gauge line, shouting "Harry, watch this!" to his, at first, non-plussed twin brother.  Soon though, Harry is also long-jumping the line with gusto. As the next train arrives there is a jostling for position. I turn to see one mother left alone, with her baby on the platform as we squeeze into our tiny, wooden carriage.

The journey home starts well and goes a little like this:   

A hawk is hovering on a hillside when I turn to look away. Turning back, the empty sky leaves me wondering what prey has been swooped upon in that instant.

Suddenly out of nowhere, there is panic as a dog in the carriage next to ours suddenly leaps off the train. I am sure he will be crushed under the carriage but he somehow manages to twist right and avoid going under. After, what seems an age, the train grinds to a stand-still and the owner is forced to complete a "walk of shame" past the entire train to retrieve his dog. On his return, he reports the reason for the abrupt departure. His dog, it seems, had simply spotted another dog; love at first bark, puppy love etc.

We chug back into Ravenglass station, thoroughly recharged by our day in the country. The in-between part of the day has been a triumph.

However, it will end, for me at least, in much the same level of confusion as it started. When my daughter jumps up to leave the carriage whilst the train is in motion,  I move too fast to stop her, and bang my head on the metal topped carriage. It hits the sweet spot. Another dose of concussion will follow.

I will go on to enjoy my Lake District holiday, but not until the next couple of days have passed...

Heading back for some food at Broughton-in-Furness, I can't even raise a smile at the pub's name, and don't manage to eat much of my lasagne...

I do manage to get some new directions from the pub's owner, however. We avoid the Wrynose and Hardknott Passes on our return journey to Ambleside, but it's my wife who does the driving this time.

(*It was April 14, 2012 that we visited Ravenglass and Eskdale Railway.)

Blue

Before the firmament
All colides,
An azure confusion
Of chaos subsiding.

Spawned out of darkness into time.

Colour from vapour,

Blurring and charging,
Echo and turbulent,
Celestial and marine,
Mixing and forming,
Searching to be

The work of your hands.

Out of the blue

The storm is still,

A sight of inverted anarchy

Is good

They say.

The storm is still

Inside;

Writhing under a surgeon's knife.

Millennia have not untangled

This lingering Siamese collaboration

Of sea and sea.

Silently,
Under whispering dusk
You are
Transfusing creation,
Making new

And though my sail is set

To glide your ocean,

I am blue.











Posted for Poetry Jam

Interconnect.

Ice dystopia
Next in line for leaving home
Thawed heart if you speak.
                           ---
Exhale winter through
Raindrop drumming on your mind
Carry on, dig deep.
                           ---
One life left to leave
No one misses seeds you sow
Never for nothing.
                           ---
Estimate your worth
Chasms cannot close themselves
Take your time my friend.


  

    







Posted at Haiku Heights prompt: support
and on Poets United.

Lunchtime Down the Strathy.

Frenzied gulls, their wings windmilling, circle over stubby, marooned, foraging ducks. They  scrabble and scramble for discarded tokens of bread from the lush dandelion-speckled grass. Swans extend prehistoric necks and, like mechanical diggers, thrust their orange black beaks into the ground. A constant chirrup cracks across the rippling loch. A toddler, in a military run, makes his break for it, thighs pumping high across the tarmac. His quest for freedom is stopped by a vigilant mother, although it is his trailing father who finally scoops him back into the family car. Flapping in the breeze, a saltire flag protrudes from a brick tower, garrisoned in the water. A pigeon comes up close, begging for a bite to eat. When a man and woman get out of their cars to have a chat, it is time for me to get back into mine. A new afternoon is beginning...

copyright Alan Knox

For: Theme Thursday

Twist of Wisdom

tangled by her grief
father-left girl screams me down
mistakes me for him




Prompted by:
http://haiku-heights.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/149-wisdom.html
and Imperfect Prose

(It's) All Good

This late May,
Summer left a calling card
Sitting on our patio
Newly born.
Seed cake pecked away,
Shadows share an aviary,
Cappuccino frothing
On Saturday at dawn.

Early June rainfall,
Floodgates open us,
Current swell swirls back
A letter from St John.
Building a reading list
Pianoing the dusk back
Tapping two golf balls
Across this lawn.

All good things
Beginning to begin again:
Spiriting us skylines,
Freshly unknown,
Excavating soil
For the smile of an alien,
All good things
Are yet to be shown.







Written for Theme Thursday

Light Celebrations

See buffalo herding                                
From every station
Trains can breathe now
Streets are heaving
Red white blue on
Coloured bunting

No one's leaving

Flags unfurling
Unicycle
Roadway clearing
Children hopping
Parents cheering
Collected fears
Have lost their meaning
A flame is fanning
A torch is nearing

Our arms extending:

A celebration

All for one

Olympic nation.

Written for Poetry Jam prompt: Celebration.

Full Circle: the Transit of Venus and a Diamond Jubilee...



The SDO satellite captures an 

ultra high-definition image of the transit of Venus

 across the face of the sun from space

 According to the Guardian UK online, it's "a rare astronomical event that happens when Venus travels across the face of the sun and appears as a small black dot on its surface". Transits happen in pairs, 8 years apart, followed by gaps of  121.5 and 105.5 years.  It's therefore been a privilege to live through two of these, in June 2004 and this week, on Tuesday 5th June 2012. The next one is due in December 2117, so in case you can't stick around to see it, here (on the right) is one memorable image from Tuesday night.

              

The idea that our sister planet Venus should be circling the sun, should of course, remind us of the orbitting that our own planet is currently doing. As you read this, you are precariously balanced on a ball of rock that's apparently moving around the sun at 67,000 miles per hour. If you suffer from motion sickness, then please take a moment to recover...

We rotate into night after around 24 hours. We orbit the sun in one of our Earth years. In that time we move 940 million kilometres through our galaxy. To borrow a metaphor from Owl City, it seems to me that we're riding "a disco ball just hanging by a thread."



...Meanwhile, on planet Earth, on the same day that the transit of Venus was due to be seen, on some tiny islands called the United Kingdom, Queen Elizabeth II celebrated her Diamond Jubilee. It's only the second time a British monarch  has reigned for sixty years. As I watched some grainy footage of Queen Victoria's 1897 Diamond Jubilee, I marvelled at the massive display of patriotism that accompanied that event. And, after some years of apparently losing popularity, it seems that affection for royalty has come back into vogue in 2012.

It's true that in life, sometimes things come full circle. The Diamond Jubilee Regatta on the River Thames was the largest of its kind for centuries, reminding us of a bygone era. The Diamond Jubilee concert combined some fresh faces with others who have not been seen for a while, returning them to our consciousness and reminding us that their music has accompanied the evolution of life in the UK over the past sixty years.



The 2004 transit of Venus from
the Flagler Beach Pier in Florida



Then, in the Diamond Jubilee Service of Thanksgiving from St Paul's Cathedral, London, the words of a timeless poem, Psalm 19, were revisited in song. Transmitted live across the islands that my feet are fixed to, the sentiment brought me back to the transit of Venus and the Earth's almost invisible rotation and orbit of the sun. "...The heavens declare the glory of God. The skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge... In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun...The sun rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat."

In the eight years since we last witnessed a transit of the sun by Venus, all of us, like the planet itself, have been making our way through space at an astonishing speed. Yet, when things come full circle, it's good to stop, take a breath, and reflect awhile about where we're going next...

(This post was written for Theme Thursday 7th June, 2012 on the theme of "Full Circle".)