Originally posted on petrujviljoen: dulled to the urgency of the day. the bag of blue pills, within easy reach, matches the colour of the smoke of the endless cigarettes. the burn in the throat and chest merely interesting. endless playing solitaire, blunting the despair. speech as a means to an end – muted ?

Originally posted on Ontheland: one thought on a breath of morning chill winter is coming . . ©️2019 Ontheland Haikai Challenge #102 autumn contemplation

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes: The dead tree is the thin spike on the right. In the dead tree, the nail-less finger that points at the sky, high as the tallest poplar, a woodpecker roosts. Each evening it calls from the neighbouring trees, calls a short, one-note cry as it flies to the dead…

Originally posted on Vento del giorno: ? David Popa ? autumn  dew I do love you do I love you Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo https://www.thehaikufoundation.org/2019/09/04/haiku-dialogue-poets-choice-ambiguity

Originally posted on haiku tree: stars and streetlights fireflies carry the wind ?

Originally posted on Daniel J Flosi is Consumed: We left for camp in the afternoon, just in time for the rain to come down. Upon arrival we were greeted by two jays cawing and showing off as we set up our tent. The rain mellowed for the time being, but it would return later in…