Linda Kruschke has another paint-chip poetry prompt this week. It is a bit different this time:
I’m not sure if I like how this turned out, but here is my (first) attempt.
Isn’t gratitude something mystical?
It turns key limes into a pie,
It creates a banana split
From one humble fruit —
Bloom into Grandma’s hydrangeas:
Not every flower is showy
Yet they make a beautiful whole,
Isn’t gratitude something mystical
Running in the family of hope?
By 3268zauber – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5074918
While I was sleeping
Buck moon ventured forth, and fled
Back into the trees
Photo by Sven Huls on Pexels.com
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!
purple, yellow paint white dress
Amada44 / Public domain
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
An event remains itself
For the Writers’ Pantry, here is a quatrain that I wrote 2 days ago after spending some time in my back yard.
She stares transfixed at the garden full of life,
She, full of feelings mixed, childlike delight
Planted between pressures of grave responsibility —
Yet the silent butterflies seem to speak prophecy.
Photo taken by me last month
For the Saturday Mix “double take”, also partially inspired by FOWC: Pensive. This is also basically stream-of-consciousness, so if it’s bad, that’s why. 😂
Of the world
In the brain.
Waiting for relief,
Pensive as a
— nothing but a
well-worn mask —
Underneath the surface
Waves are rolling
Soon a tsunami —
This is your warning.
Written for Stream-of-Consciousness Saturday. I tried to think of a word besides “drizzle” for this prompt, but once I started writing, I didn’t edit the poem.
As drizzle falls from mo(u)rning sky,
Slowly the ocean escapes from my eye:
Gently streaming teardrop tastes of salt.
Sadness wrought by circumstance. It’s no one’s fault.
Photo by Aleksandar Pasaric on Pexels.com
We are writing haikai with the summer or winter kigo (depending on our hemisphere) of our choice.
Lengthening days invaded
Here’s an unrelated photo, taken by me last summer
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
Photo by Paras Katwal on Pexels.com
For Frank’s haikai prompt. Side note: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a firefly, at least not recently.
The flying lightning
A living lantern