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/
“The birds have been set free.” “Not all. This is a red light area, and there are many inside the cages inside the building. Call the police for a rescue operation.” I wonder why some faces in the room turned red. (211 characters) https://katmyrman.com/2019/03/26/twittering-tales-129-26-march-2019/
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
“There is a right time to pluck the tomatoes. You have both green and red ones on the same plant.” “My tomatoes suffer from an identity crisis. Juicy, the red one at the top is not sure why is it not a part of the decorative salad bowl. The green ones do not fancy being … Continue reading Birds of the same feather?
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
Oh no, not another wedding! I wail silently, as I pull out an ostentatious box from the mailbox. It almost broke the mailbox. I do not enjoy loud music and dancing and we have already spent a lot on gifts this season. The name of the sender does not inspire positivity. It is not a … Continue reading Invitation cards
born and raised in a cluster yet alone in thoughts I kept looking out to talk, to share I never ever felt at home. college was fun with kids around being frivolous Realization… of a higher mental age struck… I never ever felt at home. work excited me as a platform to showcase … Continue reading Homeless
