May’s full moon is on Wednesday, and it is known as the Flower Moon, as Frank, the host of DVerse Haibun Monday, says.
This month, I have noticed a wealth of new flowers in the garden: varying shapes and shades, hues of pink and yellow, almost whatever one could name. Bees are busy pollinating, and the blueberries, too, are growing and ripening from a gentle light-green. We have already picked a bowlful; soon the fruits will fill baskets. The garden is waiting to give many other fruits and vegetables as treasures.
after heat of day
buzz of all activity
rests under the moon
This was inspired by today’s FOWC: Laconic and the Sunday Writing Prompt from MLMM, “great balls of fire.” I decided to also combine it with the photo challenge. Might as well link up with the Writers’ Pantry, too. 🙂
This is an “occasional verse” for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip prompt this week. An occasional verse is not only written once in a while ( 🙂 ); it is a poem about a specific occasion. Linda challenges us to write about Mother’s Day, which at this point was several days ago, but I still wrote on the same topic. The paint chips are below:
This is a Minute Poem for the Saturday Mix at MLMM. I enjoyed writing this and actually wrote 2 in a row, but the second one is just silly. 🙂 Here is the one that I like better. Continue reading
Today’s official NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a Sijo, which is a traditional Korean poetry form. It’s described as similar to the haiku, but the lines are longer and, to me, it seems more complicated. I like how this turned out but am not sure if it is technically correct. Here is a site that explains in detail how to write one.
For Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt, I have written this poem. I’m not sure if it counts as an idyll, but I did use a lot of imagery of nature, and it certainly counts as a paint-chip poem. 🙂
This was inspired by this prompt about judgment, as well as the current Weekly Scribblings. Click the link to read more. 🙂
This is a haibun for FFFC #98 and Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge about the New Year / Cold Moon. I tried to come up with a good title, but they were all either too silly or too sad. I don’t want to make the reader sad right from the get-go. 😉
She lies awake, waiting for the ball to drop in Times Square, for the new year to be ushered in with customary fanfare — or what passes for fanfare (or custom) in these strange times. Times Square is empty, people in their homes, hoping for a fuller year ahead.
silent snowy night:
wolf under cold moon
This is for FOWC: Auspicious and was inspired mostly by MLMM’s photo challenge #345. I think that this might make a good start to a longer piece.
Sliver of the moon
Silver way up there,
Obsidian in the mirror —
Such a strange sky:
What an auspicious sign,
Sighing I see mystery
Wondering what it means.
This paint-chip poetry is actually for last week’s prompt because, yesterday, when I intended to respond to it, my brain turned off instead. Thankfully, I think this poem, written this morning, is decent. 🙂