Today’s MTB at DVerse is about haiku sequences. I know haiku are usually about nature, but my sequence is about St. Mary Magdalene, whose feast day was a few days ago, on July 22.
The sun was rising
When Mary Magdalene came
To visit the tomb.
The sun was rising
To start a mournful morning:
Was the Lord stolen?
Mary Magdalene
Stayed and waited when she came,
‘Til Jesus found her.
To visit the tomb
Then able to tell good news –
The Belovèd lives!
For Frank J. Tassone’s haikai prompt, “summer meadow.”
Throughout summer’s day
Three hundred sixty degrees:
Sunflowers look ’round
This week’s haikai challenge from Frank J. Tassone is “smoldering hot (moyuru)” . I wrote a few, and these are the 2 that I like best.
Impatient protests:
Unfriendly sun already —
Air conditioning
Heat steals my water —
Pastor’s homily about
Being fertile soil
While I was sleeping
Buck moon ventured forth, and fled
Back into the trees
For Frank’s haikai prompt. The July full moon is known as the Buck Moon. Apparently, the full moon happened shortly after midnight on July 5th.
I am also sharing with the Writers’ Pantry. Come join us!
This is for this week’s Weekly Scribblings, inspired by pavement. I intended to write something longer than a haiku but actually think this is okay. Also, today and yesterday have been notably good days, so this isn’t necessarily autobiographical.
Varying dark shades:
Puddles on the pavement rain
Deeper into cracks
colors complement:
purple, yellow paint white dress
evanescent bloom
A haikai poem for this.
For this haikai prompt. In many cultures, the summer solstice is not the beginning of summer, but it is “midsummer.”
You were not aware
Midsummer on the solstice
Not the beginning
Classification varies;
An event remains itself
We are writing haikai with the summer or winter kigo (depending on our hemisphere) of our choice.
Mosquito picnic:
Lengthening days invaded
Pesky bloodsuckers
This is for FOWC: Glide and unfortunately this is rooted in reality. Also, I wanted to post for Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge this week, but it turns out that neither hawk nor sparrow are summer kigo.
watch the sparrow glide
into my kitchen window,
pursued by the hawk
For Frank’s haikai prompt. Side note: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a firefly, at least not recently.
The flying lightning
Bug’s bioluminescence:
A living lantern
