Month: March 2018
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Gusts and Buds: Haibun
Originally posted on Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings: On the day of the nor’easter, I finish reviewing the page proofs of my book. The sun comes out. I ponder new projects, while watching birds perch and peck at the feeder hanging at our kitchen window—finches with their red feather patches demonstrate the feeder’s pecking…
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Haiga, Haiku & #5: Seed Scent & March NaHaiWriMo 2018
Originally posted on A 19 Planets Art Blog 2010/2024: * red-beak birds back and forth in the wind lemongrass seeds * for March prompt #5 NaHaiWriMo 3-5-2018 * Angie Werren March 5 — wind *
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Daily Haiku: March 6, 2018
Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: snowy field the owls we thought were stones by Debbie Strange (Canada) Honorable Mention 9th Irish Haiku Society International Haiku Competition, 2017 ?
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Originally posted on feathers: ? ? without a way to find you mourning dove ? ? without — follow my prompts this month for NaHaiWriMo, on Facebook.
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Spring gales Haiku
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: Another poem for Frank Tassone’s haikai challenge. These dark nights of turbulent cloud— wind-blown moon.
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No Ke Me: an .@ImageCurve #haibun for #dversepoets
Fickle Weather A gray canopy scatters in a sudden wind. Sunlight bathes the parched grass in radiance it no longer needs. A moment later, one last cloudbank eclipses the sun. budding Maple yearning for warmer days more by FRANK J. TASSONE photograph by Sam X first published in Image Curve, March 17,…
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Interview With Paresh Tiwari: On Haiku, Hybrid Poetry
Originally posted on Archita Mittra: writer, editor & artist : Paresh Tiwari is a noted Indian writer of haiku, haibun and hybrid poems. His latest collection Raindrops Chasing Raindrops is out now, and you can read my review of the same here. In this interview with writer and blogger Archita Mittra, he discusses the convergence…
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Sunday reflections (troibun) Daily Moments March 4, 2018
Originally posted on Tournesol dans un Jardin: ©Clr’18 ©Clr’18 ©Clr’18 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Walking on her usual path to the bus stop, she rolls her beaded bracelet with two fingers, whispering. At first she looks up at the sky, then notices the trees and branches waving shyly. Images of Amma floats…