For MLMM’s Saturday Mix (on a Monday), “Same, Same, but Different” — The challenge is to use synonyms of these words in a piece of writing: see, blue, soft, kind, and weak. Sometimes, having my head in the clouds is a good thing, since it provides some inspiration. 🙂 Linked also with JusJoJan.
Clouds
Desert Greenery
This décima is for Ronovan Writes’s challenge: Shimmer and is also shared with JusJoJan: Limp.
The Limit Is…
This is for SoCS for today, which is also JusJoJan day 9. Also, the word for Writing Wednesday is empathy.
The sky is the limit:
A bit too close to
The sun for Icarus,
Almost to the clouds for
Those who built Babel’s tower —
Their efforts are dead
Or utterly cast down.
Those fools! I understand
Their quest for truth,
And a crown, and power.
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Do Not Succumb to the Dreary
I wrote this for FOWC: Succumb and MLMM’s photo challenge for this week (almost too late, but I made it in time!). This is short, but I wanted to write something. 🙂 Happy Sunday. Continue reading
I Wonder…
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.
Blue Sky
For DVerse quadrille today, De says “the sky’s the limit!” This is also linked to FOWC: Doleful. The sky where I am today is far from doleful. 🙂 It’s a welcome change from a week or two ago.
Looking out the front window, I see sun:
The season’s listing toward September,
And the sky’s no longer filled with embers
And ashes.
Sometimes reality crashes
Into my saccharine reveries, frowns
Find my face, but blue is not doleful
Above, in that heavenly place.
Paths
This is short and simple, but I decided to share my response to FFFC #83 with the Writers’ Pantry. I tried to write something hopeful / whimsical to combat these “ominous times.”Â
This is quite a magical place:
Green grass, several paths, blue sky.
Untold adventures to embrace,
As clouds are sailing way up high.
Through the Pane of Glass
This is for DVerse Poetics, where Peter asks us to write about the view out of our window. I’m posting late because I wanted to get a really good photo, but by this morning, I was willing to settle for this.Â
With the blinds open,
Yet hidden behind panes
Of glass and a screen,
I look out upon our lawn,
A pathway, trees and greenery:
The sky is blank today.
I see my neighbors’ houses
But no neighbors about.
Later I might see
Some people walking dogs,
The sun might smile.
It’s likely that I will
Stay inside, continuing
To observe the scene, writing.
In the Clouds
For yesterday’s Weekly Scribblings, I wrote this sevenling on the theme of “seeing things.”
The are shapes in the clouds
In the sky: a rabbit and
A heart, an eagle.
This joyful, cloudy reverie
Inspires me to dream, of
Magic, love, and artistry.
Hope I’m not just seeing things.
One Shining Moment
We are writing traditional haibun about “one shining moment” in our life. Green and gold were mt high school’s colors.
After four years came her shining moment: Finally she was graduating from high school, with high honors. Her grades were not perfect, but she was happier for the fact of their imperfection, since it showed that she could survive it.
The sky above the sea of green and gold smiled benignly, while the future lay ahead of her like an exciting novel, in a language she could not read.
Under blazing sun
Clouds float in their big ocean —
We toss tasseled caps
