For this installment of Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille, we are writing about colors. I wrote first about the coloring that I like to do, but then I saw the flowers in my family’s garden and found them inspiring. Shared also with the Writers’ Pantry.
lovely new dresses
this season’s latest fashion demure blooms display —
how can I be sorrowful,
‘midst this exquisite brightness?
Do clouds float above,
Gazing down imagining Pictures in the Earth?
This haiku is written for Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille, for which this week’s theme is “daydreaming.”
I took this photo a few months ago while staring out my window.
A haiku for Frank’s challenge this week, for which we are writing about fall foliage, geese, or both.
Lake shines among leaves
Water witnesses falling — Geese honking pierce air
Photo by Jake Colvin on Pexels.com
This is a tanka for Chèvrefeuille’s latest haiku challenge, and the theme is changing. When I wrote this, I was thinking of growth — changing from weak to strong.
support for growing
strengthening sapling tree’s trunk never meant to stay:
you can stand straight on your own,
even when branches’ leaves sway
For the Weekly Scribblings at Poets and Storytellers United, we are writing about the motif of walking away.
peek through window blinds
to see you walking away,
your back turned to me
For FOWC: Ancient and Fandango’s dog days of August day 18, about first love.
To be his girlfriend:
What I wanted most of all —
Time made my pining give way,
Grateful as our paths diverged.
For Frank J. Tassone’s haikai prompt this week, about first autumn storm
Plows through towns while ripping roofs
Mighty trees fallen
A haiku for Ronovan Writes’s haiku prompt, also shared with DVerse OLN.
Aperture in eyes
To let in light : space needed
Dark circles. Pupils.
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?
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