Originally posted on Rooted in Love: In this beautiful world turning and turning towards the final letting go ~ What shall become of me? – dust upon dust rising to the stars

Originally posted on Haiku For Living: . black-faced sheep crop the slumping dyke vacant skies ? ? ? ? .

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: The dverse prompt is in the form of a letter, addressed to someone in particular from a particular place. The only thing I could think of  was a few words of heartfelt sympathy for Finbar who has had the trauma of a minor operation and having to wear an…

Originally posted on Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings: You who came before me–how I wish I could ask you about your lives. My mom tells me stories, but there is so much she doesn’t know, and now much she has forgotten. Of course, I want to know what it was like to live in…

Originally posted on Komorebi: clay therapy… all the shapes of the unsaid Maria Laura Valente Blithe Spirit, Journal of the British Haiku Society, volume 28, number 1, March 2018, edited by Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy.

Originally posted on A 19 Planets Art Blog 2010/2024: * silently how far they drift feathers * for #2 NaHaiWriMo 3-2-2018 * Angie Werren March 2 — drift *