Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: For Colleen Chesebro’s weekly poetry challenge, not using the words, Ambition and Change. Vines strive to reach where light falls on green leaf, bathing life in layers of gold. Beneath my feet, pungent drifts of decay—mortality.

Originally posted on Charlotte Digregorio's Writer's Blog: Often, the haiku we write inspires a longer poem or vice-versa. Longtime haikuist Marsh Muirhead experienced just that below, and both his poems are enjoyable. senryu I can’t see you now she says meaning ever by Marsh Muirhead (USA) Modern Haiku, 40.2, 2009 Muirhead’s poem below, inspired by…

Originally posted on Project words: ? New Year freshly chopped logs on the fire ? ? ? ?

Originally posted on Blue Willow Haiku World (by Fay Aoyagi): 一月一日変はれない男たち　　廣瀬悦哉 ichigatsu tsuitachi kawarenai otokotachi             January 1st             men who cannot             change                                                 Etsuya Hirose from ‘Haidan,’ (‘Haiku Stage’) a monthly haiku magazine, September 2015 Issue, Honami Shoten, Tokyo

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo: Beyond frigid blue, and clouds eerie winter glow, shines a turning sun. So fragile are we, our lives change by one celestial touch. Source: Joelle LeGendre

Originally posted on the other bunny: Our youngest loses his last tooth.  Three kids.  Twenty teeth.  Two bucks each.  One hundred twenty dollars.  That’s one week’s worth of groceries, three tankfuls of gas, a family movie night, jeans for my wife, or four new shirts for me.  One hundred twenty dollars.  Blown on a bullshit…

Originally posted on Bill Waters ~~ Haiku: New Year’s Day — the sun sleeps late too *    *    *    *