For Ronovan’s décima challenge this week, the word is EXHALE. I combined it with the words in the haiku challenge as well.
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?
“April showers bring May flowers,”
So goes a well-known adage.
A heartbeat blooms and overpowers
Sky-waterfalls; hope makes a hedge.
Pumpkins planted in the spring
Are simply seeds, but by October,
They’re ripe for jack-o-lantern carving,
So parts of April are not over.
One April morning we are all fools,
Many pranks people like to test:
Teaching that when time seems cruel,
To keep new hope in a cedar chest.
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
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
This poem today is for the Saturday Mix at MLMM, and we are supposed to write a vers beaucoup. Follow the link to learn about this form. I am not sure if I was supposed to write more than one stanza, or if one stanza is sufficient. In any case, here is mine, and I anticipate writing more in this form. I thought that all of those rhymes would sound kind of silly and forced, but it’s fun. Je vais écrire beaucoup de “vers beaucoup.” 🙂 Also linking to the Writers’ Pantry.
May God speak to the weak ones who seek
Him, so bleak hearts become more welcome
To the awesome. May He hear, to make fear
Disappear, to protect what world rejects.
Here is a second one:
All the earth, sing the worth of new birth
Into mirth: from the trees to the seas
And the breeze, animals and all peoples,
Despair repulse — to bless brings happiness.
This poem is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry (at the last minute again) and is linked to DVerse OLN. Also, I decided at last to write a décima out of this, so I am linking it here. I’m not 100% happy with this, but I just want to get this posted before tomorrow. 🙂 Update: I don’t know what WordPress’s problem is, but it is forcing me to use the unwieldy block editor tonight, so I am having A LOT of difficulty. If the formatting is messed up, that is why.
More often than every blue moon.
But every day requires courage:
Pain like hot lava can ravage,
Or if not now, it might be soon.
A sense of humor is a boon,
An optimistic way to look,
Lovely as a babbling brook,
Whose flowing water makes storms still.
No matter what comes, true self will
Cause peace to shine, strengthen outlook.
For the current Weekly Scribblings, Magaly has asked us to write about anything October. I was partially inspired by the moon (shocking, right? 😉 ), so this haibun is also linked to Frank’s challenge. I love it when multiple prompts synchronize! (Thank you to Fandango for that one.)
If Halloween is on a dark and stormy night, remember: the Hunter’s moon is shining, reflecting sun’s light, even if nobody sees it.
Likewise, if current life does not seem fruitful, know: the Harvest moon will share its bounty, even this very night.
Luna’s face imbibes
faraway sunlight, carries
kindness to the stars
Looking out the front window, I see sun:
The season’s listing toward September,
And the sky’s no longer filled with embers
Sometimes reality crashes
Into my saccharine reveries, frowns
Find my face, but blue is not doleful
Above, in that heavenly place.