While I was sleeping
Buck moon ventured forth, and fled
Back into the trees
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!
This is for the 26th installment of paint-chip poetry. Our topic is supposed to be What a Relief, so I made an extra effort to be positive. *smiles*
What a relief!
Smooth sailing soon, doom not concrete,
Gives us relief.
Fear, shark-like, is a sneaky thief —
There are straw hats to help the heat
An icy drink and comfy seat:
What a relief!
colors complement:
purple, yellow paint white dress
evanescent bloom
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
Classification varies;
An event remains itself
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
We are writing haikai with the summer or winter kigo (depending on our hemisphere) of our choice.
Mosquito picnic:
Lengthening days invaded
Pesky bloodsuckers
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
For Frank’s haikai prompt. Side note: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a firefly, at least not recently.
The flying lightning
Bug’s bioluminescence:
A living lantern
A kyoka (right?), inspired by the phrase summer meadow
Songbirds congregate
Butterflies throw summer fêtes —
This is my backyard
We are ready to party,
Who says we’re solitary?
Today at DVerse haibun Monday, we are writing about Mars.
The next planet from the sun, from us, is Mars, named for the Roman god of war. This red planet contrasts with our Earth, the “blue planet,” yet even if we have no battles in our name, we are at war with our home.
Verdant environs
Become brown under hot sun
When the sky’s afire
