A place for poems and pics
At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, Chevrefeuille has challenged us to crate a Troiku
from one of Basho’s haiku
butterflies and birds
restlessly they rise up
a cloud of flowers
© Basho (Tr Jane Reichold)
———
butterflies and birds
soar on gentle summer breeze
paint pale blue sky
restlessly they rise up
flocks of shiny black starlings
flying to warmer skies
a cloud of flowers
heavenly plum blossoms
above my head
Over at d’Verse today Mary has asked us to try writing as if we are the opposite gender.
Quite a challenge! Here’s my “Gender Bender”
you think i don’t
notice when you
cut your hair
you think I’m not
listening when you
tell me stories about
your friends
you think i don’t
care when you wear
a new dress or new shoes
i notice
i listen
i care
but my words seem
trivial, insignificant
you deserve better
i stay silent
fox and goose
chasing across the night sky
who will win?
super moon hides
behind a curtain of clouds
teasing sky watchers
smooth shiny pebbles
sculpted from rough mountain rocks
nature as artist
a brown nutty flour cloud rises from
the green mixing bowl
pale lemon chiffon yellow bananas
blend with bright school bus yellow eggs
all folded one upon the other becoming
bland, tan, until bits of blue (berries) are
gently added – dipped, spooned into pink
and blue fluted paper packages
kissed by brown sugar lips and
tucked into the oven where magic happens
———-
The Phoenix Rising challenge this week is Tea Time/Tag Lines.
I choose the tag line “gourmets first taste their meals with their eyes”
———
harvest moon dangling
between starry sky and earth
shines on crouching cat
our walk is like a symphony
passing through the movements
with our steps keeping time
allegro propels us out the door –
finding our rhythm we glide in the
sway of the scherzo up hill and down
until we turn for home, slowing,
largo, until we reach the final note
——-
written for Real Toads – Play it Again, Toads prompt
A Word with Laurie – Allegro, Eight lines, One Minute!
( I confess, it took me longer than a minute – blush)
(an elderly woman begging among festival goers in Brussels)
like a sparrow
waiting for crumbs of bread
she begs for coins
———-
Grace, over at d’Verse poets, challenged us to write Jisei, Japanese death poems
These are my attempts (shrug)
outside the window
dove calls to feathered mourners
my eyes slowly close
————–
my journey over
rocky trail to the peak
heaven waits
————–
rhymeswithbug 