Brush piles rise, sweat’s monuments, home for wrens, now brambled porcupines Fierce greens explode Thirsty lilies droop Lawns languish Cats splay, inert Taunting clouds play with promises Inadequate sprinkles dry by morning Old lungs trapped in cement towers heave in brownouts waiting for evening Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host for…
Category: poetry
Haikai Challenge #149: Waterfall (taki)
Mid-winter’s silver flows over rocks, under ice; gravity-compelled, defying temperature, waterfall tinkles in snow. It is in the 80’s here in MI. Looking for pictures of waterfalls, I came across the photo taken mid-winter and thought oh my, wouldn’t it be nice to cool off there right now. It is mid-winter in the Southern…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #145 — Cryptic
in artesian spring water washing with gentle hands, rubbing rubbing the dust off until you’re red and gleaming tongue runs from bow to stem teeth grow impatient then pounce sinking into your juicy flesh Reena Saxena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge. Reena says: The subject is totally your choice. It can…
Haikai Challenge #148: summer meadow (natsuno) Search for midsummer dessert
Black tree silhouettes against an orange canvas set a background for deer grazing the summer meadow. They step closer to the house – and the apple tree, hoping for small early fallen fruit; crunchy dessert after the delicious yet limp blades of grass. This gogyohka form poem was inspired by an incident yesterday….
dVerse — taijitu turns
maker memory law: hold the circle firmly and tattoo with two fish profiles chasing each other, a revolution of infinity. As the moon chases the sun across the sky, each resting in equal measure, light and shadow a matched pair, dancing from the darkness comes a seed to the light creation bursts forth in…
dVerse — prosery 15 — Red Moon Rise
A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. — Carl Sandburg, from Jazz Fantasia A red moon rides on the humps of the low river hills. My head tilts just so and I swear the hills are moving like a great dark beast; a shadowy twin of my guilt, following. Red…
#Haikai Challenge 147: smoldering [hot] (moyuru) — The sound of heat
Ditches dry, frogs hide; heat sings as cicadas wake – wind sighs through willows. This is a second offering for the prompt, based on another happening this week. Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says: This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun,…
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