dew drops sparkle
on silken spider webs
early morning art
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A new writing technique today at Carpe Diem – Leap Linkage
A place for poems and pics
dew drops sparkle
on silken spider webs
early morning art
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A new writing technique today at Carpe Diem – Leap Linkage
Ese,of Ese’s Voice, is featured in this Carpe Diem Special
how calm she looks
with beads of dew frost on her wings
-red dragonfly
© Ese
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blue dragonflies dart
along the edge of a pond
playing summer games
© Candace Kubinec
i’ll try a little em-
jam(b)-ment with my toast
and tea(se)
may-
be (my)honey stir-
red cuppa to start
my morning rit(u)al-
ways make me
s m i l e
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Whew! De Jackson challenged us to try emjam(b)min’ with her over at the Pub. I was de-termined to give it a try
sassy yellow leaves
dance at the edge of a branch
autumn festival
fluffy dust motes floating by
i closed my eyes to wonder why
i do not see them in the night
although i try with all my might
where do they go when sun goes down
to rest somewhere or into town
they bounce and float on sunny days
then disappear when days turn gray
i’ll set a trap, that’s what i’ll do
put on a glove covered with glue
but they’re more clever than i thought
a bunch of cat fur’s all i caught
Day four of the Nov PAD at Poetic Asides
prompt – Once Upon a …………
clouds cover the sky
hiding the twinkle of stars
moon forgets to shine
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The weekly prompt at Haiku Horizons is “forget”
freshly washed leaves
flutter in the summer breeze
day after the storm
Day one prompt “day after”
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cool autumn morning
sun appears to warm the field
gray fog surrenders
Day two prompt “surrenders”
black and white
Canada geese fly
united
by instinct
divided only when one
leaves the formation
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Nov PAD Chapbook Challenge at Poetic Asides
Day three prompt “united/divided”
Also posted at B & Ps Shadorma & Beyond

I sit at the edge of this field in the shadow of a church steeple. The voices of the faithful flow from open windows and I can imagine each head bowed in humble supplication. Their knees bent adoringly as dim candle light flickers from brass sconces.
I raise my face to the sun and with a choir of sparrows worship in the light of creation.
under the bright sun
all of creation sings praise
voices joined in glee
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Today is Haibun Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub