colors complement:
purple, yellow paint white dress
evanescent bloom
A haikai poem for this.
Ayame (Wild Iris)
Flowers
A Savored Moment
For the Writers’ Pantry, here is a quatrain that I wrote 2 days ago after spending some time in my back yard.
She stares transfixed at the garden full of life,
She, full of feelings mixed, childlike delight
Planted between pressures of grave responsibility —
Yet the silent butterflies seem to speak prophecy.
Uninvited Guests
We are writing haikai with the summer or winter kigo (depending on our hemisphere) of our choice.
Mosquito picnic:
Lengthening days invaded
Pesky bloodsuckers
Strange Truth
For MLMM’s prompt “uncontrollable nonsense,” due to this poem’s first line
I am a sunflower.
Because even when the light’s
Not shining I can find it.
Because when the dark encroaches
I can find the closest
Light and to it turn my face.
How could I not?
It’s in my nature, and my name.
Summer
A kyoka (right?), inspired by the phrase summer meadow
Songbirds congregate
Butterflies throw summer fêtes —
This is my backyard
We are ready to party,
Who says we’re solitary?
Cheerful Coloring
Hoping to spread some cheer with my coloring!
I had to choose between 2 pictures this month, and I continue to color more pictures, as this chapter of staying at home and social distancing is not yet finished. I hope the world is not too chaotic and that things can get back to normal (or better than “normal!”) soon.
The Butterfly
A tanka in response to Frank’s fragrant breeze haikai prompt
the Monarch’s domain:
majestic wings are open
on breeze is floating —
citrus flowers perfume flight,
effortless admiration
The May Full Moon
This is for Frank’s haikai challenge about the Flower Moon, which happens to be tonight. Also, May is the month when Catholics honor Mary in a special way, and one of the traditional activities is called a May Crowning. Here is a picture from one that I participated in last year.
Soon a May crowning:
In many-starred night-sky cloak
Flower supermoon
Something That Returns
Our prompt for NaPoWriMo day 30 is to write about something that returns. It’s hard to believe that poetry month is almost over, but it is something to look forward to every year, and I think I’ll try to continue with the daily posts, at least for a little while. I am sharing this with DVerse OLN.
You return, every year,
Like the cherry blossoms,
Like the swallows returning to
Capistrano (remember when
We went there?)
You return, every year,
Like the cherry blossoms,
And must leave just as quickly.
Pilgrimage
A second poem for today: a response to paint-chip poetry #16.
No wishing well will make the future less foggy —
Harbor no fear, however, for power and mercy
Fall like Niagara, into the Grand-Canyon-esque
Depths of sin and pain and misery.
This moment is a dew-drop on the flower
Of your parched, yet living, new beginning.
This moment has the aura of a sacred journey:
An antique rose becomes fragrant with divine charity.
