Tag: haiku

  • “bathed in light…” a #tanka (2/20/24)

    “bathed in light…” a #tanka (2/20/24)

    2/20/24: wake bathed in light dripping off a gutter melting snow this new twittering as I wake #tanka#micropoetry#poetry for Colleen Chesebro’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 22, 2/20/24, Part I, Snow Becomes Rain (February 19 – March 4) Usui 雨水

  • #Haiku/#Senryu (2/20/24)

    #Haiku/#Senryu (2/20/24)

    2/20/24: tango tango the red rose between her teeth #haiku #senryu #nahaiwrimo #nahaiwrimo2024 #micropoetry #poetry

  • This Tactility

    This Tactility

    Your touch on my face. This tremble down my spine. My caress of your own. That quiver beneath my fingertips. Is this how we know we’re alive? evening twilight how many more days do we still have? How many more times will we touch? De Jackson pubtends Quadrille #195 over at dVerse tonight, where we…

  • #seen through…” a #tanka (2/19/24)

    #seen through…” a #tanka (2/19/24)

    2/19/24: haze seen through this Spring Haze raven how long I stand and smile #tanka#micropoetry#poetry

  • #Haiku (2/19/24)

    #Haiku (2/19/24)

    2/19/24: Sierra missing what I’ve never seen Sierra Nevada #haiku #nahaiwrimo #nahaiwrimo2024 #micropoetry #poetry

  • #Haiku (2/18/24)

    #Haiku (2/18/24)

    2/18/24: Romeo hazy moon a “Romeo and Juliet” London premier #haiku #nahaiwrimo #nahaiwrimo2024 #micropoetry #poetry

  • #Haikai Challenge II #7 (2/17/24): light snow (awayuki) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga #HaikaiChallenge 

    #Haikai Challenge II #7 (2/17/24): light snow (awayuki) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #kyoka #haiga #renga #HaikaiChallenge 

    Witness any inspiring Dragon Dances, haijin? Congratulations to last week’s contributors! Haikai Challenge Participants 1. Jules2. Eugi 3. Cheryl4. Frank J. Tassone Powered by… Mister Linky’s Magical Widgets. Ultreya! This week in New York’s backyard, we’ve had snow. Twice! In the same week! Just when we got out, Old Man Winter pulls us back in!…

  • Realization

    Realization

    I rehash that difficult conversation over and over. Ruminate over what I could have said differently. Glower in grudging resentment over what I didn’t say. Thus, I trap myself in the past—an illusion, for it no longer exists. I shudder at what happens when I face that conversant. Ruminate what I will say. Chaff at…