Category: haikai
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#Monoku Monday 9/25/17: a #Quadrille #41 for dVerse Poet’s Pub
Fra Diavolo Crushed red pepper, like yellow sunflower seeds in powdered blood. Marinara sauce made fresh from boiled tomatoes. Mixed together, poured over a fresh lobster and linguini. Forkfuls, washed down with Chianti! For dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille # 41 (spice): “Your entire poem need not be spicy or relate to spices (though…
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#Senryu Saturday 9/23/17: Naked Inattention from .@ImageCurve
Naked Inattention We change from gym in the boy’s bathroom — talking about something that grabs my undivided attention. We walk down the gray-brown granite hallway to our first-grade class. We step inside. All of my classmates laugh. Because I returned wearing no pants. fleeing up the hall— tighty whities covered only in plastic …
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#Free-style Friday 9/21/17…a set of #haiga with autumnal #haiku for #FirstDayOfFall
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#Throwdown Thursday: my latest #haibun #poetry is up at .@ImageCurve
O Distraction Frankie left the Teen Titans Wiki open on my Internet Explorer. Of course, I read bios of Robin, Raven, Beast Boy, and Starfire instead of my work. After that, I must see the episode where they come together for the first time. Then I can’t miss 3-part fourth season finale, where Raven confronts…
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#Poetry challenge accepted: DVerse question poem
For the DVerse Poetry question poem challenge Why? Why are the thorns as much a part of the rose as the petals? Why is the only authentic love the love of the “nail-scarred hand”? Why does the truth crucify us to liberty? Why does desire dog us like the furies? Why ignore the way when…
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#Wayback Wednesday: a #haibun from .@ImageCurve about a parent’s worst nightmare…
Atlantic Alternatives In another life, I’m too late. My son Frankie and his cousin Mia swim out too far. The waves at Robert Moses State Park swallow them. I cry out. They can’t hear me. I rush into the water, grab Mia’s hand. Frankie slips away from me, caught in the relentless riptide. In another…
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#Haiku Happenings #8: Haiku special
I love when poets branch out and try haiku. My friend and fellow poet, Ms. Fran Greenhut, has done just that. Enjoy!
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#Tanka Tuesday: Kiwinana’s #weeklyTankaChallenge–cold and playful
Cold wind a black bear crosses the yard and reaches the trees no time to be playful when there’s feeding to do. https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2017/09/20/weekly-tanka-prompt-challenge-week-63-playful-cold/
