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#Haikai Challenge #147: smoldering [hot] (moyuru) — Refreshed

Bees drink from the shore of a shallow inland lake – wrens splash in birdbath.       Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge.  Frank says: This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to smoldering [hot] (moyuru).

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Thursday Inspiration 64 — Love’s Lake

Each time when the sun shines so As it strikes every leaf with a glow It's then that I head for our place By the willow on the shore of love's lake The wind has to blow just right Rippling water shimmers with light Where we held each other's eyes Two souls under dappled skies… Continue reading Thursday Inspiration 64 — Love’s Lake

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What do you see # 37 — Prayer Blessing

Poised and ready to be Receptive to light As it warms and refreshes Years of cloudiness fall away Erased like morning mists in sun Replaced by unutterable joy Be with me always, kind and generous Living within my soul Energizing my heart Singing with songs of nature Sending out ripples of benevolence In a never-exhausted… Continue reading What do you see # 37 — Prayer Blessing

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#Haikai Challenge #146: Buck Moon

Moon's churned cream glows bright while fireflies and rabbits play; thunder's promise grows. Grazing bucks nibble clover's sweet dew as velvet blossoms. Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge.  Frank says: The July full moon, the Buck Moon: The next full Moon will occur on Sunday, July 5, 2020, at 12:44AM ET, and is… Continue reading #Haikai Challenge #146: Buck Moon

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Parasites and Hunter-Killers

  Hunter who has studied us One who knows our ev'ry like Sent by Mother Gaia, who Says it's time for us to shift When our bodies have a foe We send out the phagocytes Killer cells who eat them up Balanced health an unspoke right We are now the parasites Mother's body's had enough… Continue reading Parasites and Hunter-Killers

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#Haikai Challenge #145: wild iris (ayame)

  Wild purple iris on the path to the water one midsummer's day   Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge.  Frank says: Like the mayfly, the bloom of [the wild iris (ayame)] lasts but a single day. What better exemplar of transience can we ask for?  This week, write the haikai poem… Continue reading #Haikai Challenge #145: wild iris (ayame)

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#Haikai Challenge #144: Summer Solstice Midsummer (manastu) I — Day at the beach

  Blue skies linger as plovers skitter down the shore; Waves whoosh lullabies. Gulls wheel as minnows flash, catching dayflies at surface. Solstice days extend. Cloud's shadows dance along bright beach umbrellas while babies sleep in cool shade. Sunset is still hours away.   I tried to put the double tankas side by side but… Continue reading #Haikai Challenge #144: Summer Solstice Midsummer (manastu) I — Day at the beach

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dVerse — Merfolk — Ondine

He found her floundering in his net, which was empty until then. Lost troubled face; confused and spent. Docked at the empty cottage where his mother lived before; he gave her baggy clothes to wear. Off to the village to see Annie, he didn't see her bury something in the garden. She sang, the fish… Continue reading dVerse — Merfolk — Ondine

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dVerse — Flower Blooms in May

In February of 2018 our department decided to use an empty suite of offices one floor up. Our intake workers, including me, had offices now instead of cubicles for the first time in a long time, with the suite accessible only by key card. Quiet and secluded is a positive when asking clients sensitive questions.… Continue reading dVerse — Flower Blooms in May

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dVerse — imagism — Lookin Out My Back Door

  Tall bushy green hair tops over thick black poles, Standing, 'fro touching 'fro, as a living gateway to a field that is somewhere between fresh cut and gone to seed. The welcome mat is wide for the feet of grazing deer at dusk, frisky rabbits, and the occasional whooshing wings of a hawk. Green… Continue reading dVerse — imagism — Lookin Out My Back Door