twittering mind- now quiet in the peace of dawn I stop to listen what the wisdom of nature struggles so hard to tell me https://frankjtassone.com/2019/03/30/haikai-challenge-79-3-30-19-twittering-saezuri-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/
blues washed away by sunny skies – yet green monsters raise such lovely shades emerald envy deceives us in bejewelled predominance shadowing true happiness https://scvincent.com/2019/03/28/thursday-photo-prompt-bright-writephoto/
puzzles of life remain unsolved – as I watch unglued pieces fall patterns and designs don’t work without a medium https://athling2001.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/jsw-prompt-3-25-2019/
This is my favorite stretch of the road to drive on. The coolness of leaves arching over is invigorating. I take a few seconds every day to explore nooks and corners – the familiarity makes me feel at home. The pattern shifts a little, as I’m overwhelmed by the dark woodiness of branches in intimidating … Continue reading Encounters
Chevrefeuille gives a rather unusual classical kigo word for spring, for this week's challenge- and that is 'frog'. Here's my take on that sore throat is better frogs have taken away my pain, hoarseness- in spring https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/03/27/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuillemarch-27th-2019-frogs/
whirlpools of time resisting human control clocks silently scream https://iwriteher.com/2019/03/26/i-write-her-weekly-haiku-senryu-challenge-12/
Tsunamis reveal deep unrest buried in watery depths -going overboard without a cause where does the angst come from? -Are the bottoms of water and earth interconnected at the roots? The sky giving nonchalant support Nature trolls last vestiges of humanity and its remains…. https://dversepoets.com/2019/03/25/troll/
Stains of distrust on the psyche got deeper and difficult to erase, as I saw your imperviousness to the color of my dreams. Relationships have different hues at different stages in life – what matters is the intensity. Love and mutual respect should be un-erasable pigments responding to external inputs, and creating different shades, but … Continue reading Fading
I bless my luck as I spot the first swallow of the season. It is eternal inspiration to think of the 1200 journeys it undertakes to build a nest. I am about to shift base to another city, and it mentally prepares me for the task that lies ahead. If they can, why can’t I … Continue reading Swallow
How can my muse be apart from me? It is all that I’d like to be. It could also be the exact antithesis of that, I so love to whip. But the relativity is unmistakable. I may not have the courage to admit it’s me. Something or someone that once walked on the territory of … Continue reading Demons
