tropical summers midpoints shift with goalposts clouds need release sky supports for own relief raindrops cool parched, summer skins #Haikai Challenge #39
Midsummer Rain
River flowing up a hill
This is unusual. Rivers do not normally move upstream. I see the river moving uphill, and wonder how and why? Has it forgotten or left something valuable there, and wants to retrieve it? Are there old scores to be settled? Does it want to catch someone unaware? Going against the natural flow takes considerable willpower, … Continue reading River flowing up a hill
Disorder
why do we stress so much on planned structure creative minds like to run free we do admire patterns in nature only to the extent that we can see there is a wild spirit we call God try our best to escape, but we can’t flee its supreme intelligence we applaud I see it going … Continue reading Disorder
Bonding on the go
lone person’s existence survival a common interest links us up to others bonding in myriad ways norming, storming, forming and then creating families on the go trauma of separation lies ahead Weekly Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge 101
Cruelty
cruelty sports dark, arid patches on parched souls starved of empathy moisturization by tears and emotions Colleen's Weeky #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge 89
Life’s Journey
journey of life brawn of thoughts pervades the world pain or bliss follow Ronovan Writes
Longest Day
sunshine of truth conspiracies stand revealed longest ever day Haikai Challenge #38
Floating Stories
“I hope my son is able to repay the student loan.” The mother prays, so does the banker. life develops in dark spaces between colors of hope “Congratulations, buddy! You deserved it, after all the midnight oil burnt.” sleepless nights dotted with nightmares in waking eyes I crawled through life in tunnels of uncertainty emerged … Continue reading Floating Stories
Sounds of silence
waves crashing on shores deafening silence within the sea does not speak Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Cracked Surfaces
encomiums failed to help me see my own self mirrors spoke the truth but I saw cracked surfaces increasing agitation Colleen's Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge #88
