Month: April 2018

  • (dj) Variations of April / haikai 28/ hatsu hana ii, elusive pinks (4.9) – Daily Jewels by Jules

    #Haiku Happenings #4: Jules’ second #renga soliloquy for my current #haikai challenge! hatsu hana ii, elusive pinks in New England, too tis cold still for most blossoms at least the birds sing those first few days here, up north not much stirred, rain turned to snow wondering the Lake trail, the only green came from…

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/9/18)

    4/9/18: pilgrimage sparrows in flight Camino de Santiago in our future #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #GloPoWriMo2018 #NaPoWriMo2018 9/30

  • Not So Wunderbar

    Originally posted on the other bunny: I read somewhere that an as-yet-undisclosed brand of artificial sweetener is manufactured by Oompa-Loompas, captured and enslaved by the U.S. Government in the heart of an as-yet-undisclosed location (but I’ll bet my Monopoly salary it’s Area 51). They say everyone is paid in packets, with a few cacao beans…

  • (dj) Variations of April /haikai 28/ hatsu hana (4.8) – Daily Jewels by Jules

    #Haiku Happenings #2: Jules latest #renga soliloquy for my current #haikai challenge! hatsu hana lightning struck, felled her my weeping cherry, now I must rely on theirs – might have been bird gifted from fruit of the tree I planted… years ago, that now only memories remain… sweet pale pink flowers ©J/h Frank’s haikai #…

  • Cherry Blossoms ( a Haiku)

    Originally posted on Roth Poetry: Cherry blossoms sail Fragile petals ride March winds Resting on my shoes ****************************************************** Photo: Dwight L. Roth Written for Frank Tassone’s  Haiku Challenge prompt: cherry blossoms Cherry blossoms are in bloom in my neighborhood. The photo was taken at the traffic circle entrance. The all day rain left them wet…

  • #Silent Sunday (4/8/18

    A rest from #haiku. See you tomorrow!

  • My Daily #Haiku (4/8/2018)

    4/8/18: status   A Sunday reprieve from checking status updates first blossoms   #haiku #micropoetry #poetry #GloPoWriMo2018 / #NaPoWriMo2018 8/30

  • The Death Knell of Columbus

      The women wear suits. We file into the auditorium for our December Professional Development. Our Principal, Lisa, stands at the front. “Our agenda has changed. Please let me introduce our superintendent…” I shudder. Superintendents never come to schools anymore. Except to deliver bad news. The petite Latina woman with the hint of middle-age weight…