Tag: haiku
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Relocating the Gingerbread Man: A #Christmas #holiday #haibun courtesy of .@ImageCurve
Relocating the Gingerbread Man It is a delicate procedure. One so precarious that Frankie runs from the kitchen, saying, “I can’t bear to watch in case this goes south.” Mira emerges from the kitchen. The gingerbread house Frankie worked on rests on a glass cake stand. new centerpiece iTunes’ carols playing as a proud pastry…
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#Haikai Challenge #12 (12/17/17): Winter Solstice #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
(Illumination of Earth by Sun on the day of winter solstice on northern hemisphere. Image by Przemyslaw “Blueshade” Idzkiewicz.) Look who ran the gauntlet of last week’s Haikai Challenge: qbit– Haiku–Ever Falling Green Snow Jules Paige– Light; opaque obstructions Charley– Haiku: Snow on Evergreen Jilly– Perennial Petru– Tanka Xenia Trans– Haiku: First Snow ; Haibun:…
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#Senryu Saturday (12/16/17) #haiku #poetry
no way out the only way out is through
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#Free-style Friday (12/15/17): My latest is up…Morning Thunderstorm – #Haibun #haiku #poetry| .@ImageCurve
Morning Thunderstorm The skylight rattles under a tumult of fresh rain. The windchime dances in a sudden wind; it’s tritonal melody incessantly plays on. Thunder booms. The storm ebbs and flows. Lightning flashes twice. Thunderclaps follow. The road through it awaits. cloudbreak cottontails graze on wet grass first published in Image Curve, December…
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#Throwdown Thursday 12/14/17: December 14, 2012…#haibun #haiku #poetry
My father died of pancreatic cancer on this day in 2011. A year later, the Sandy Hook shooting occurred. These two traumatic events have intertwined in my life in ways that I can’t even imagine. The following haibun bears witness to that first anniversary of Dad’s death, and that tragedy at Sandy Hook Elementary. December…
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#Wayback Wednesday: A Celebration #poetry #haibun #poetsunited #imagecurve
Unexpected Feast All thirty of us sit at folding tables covered in plastic in Oscar’s hot, unfinished basement. Pipes emerge from the boiler in the back corner. One of them runs the length of the basement over our heads. We eat Mariscara—a paella with lobster in a red sauce sans the rice; barbequed…
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#Tanka Tuesday 12/12/17…This Christmas Spirit…#haiku #poetry
“Silver Bells” unraveled music lesson from so long ago so many winters later a light shining in the dark for Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge #62: Bells & Past and Kiwinana’s Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge – Week 75 – Shining & Winter
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Mowing and Remembrance…a #haibun for #dversepoets
The old Yard Machine awaits. Dried out grass fills every groove in its tires. The hood, which snapped off its hinges snagging a low-hanging branch, loosely rests over the motor. One of its blades must surely have bent by now. As I muster the will to use it, I imagine Dad riding it once more.…
