Tag: poetry
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#Haikai Challenge #2: Harvest Moon #haiku #haibun #senryu #tanka
Congratulations to Qbit. He entered the inaugural challenge last Sunday! And now, for this week’s challenge: We who live within the longitude of the East Coast of the US recently saw a harvest moon. Your prompt this week is to write a haikai that includes Harvest Moon. It could be those words, that image, or…
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#Free-verse Friday 10/6/17…Passing seasons and Opportunities… #haiku #haibun
Spring Party, Autumn Post His son’s face is covered in a greenish-yellow goo! Chris holds his daughter, showing an “aw shucks” grin. I stare at his Facebook photo. The last time he called, I knelt on a sub floor, laying $4.00/tile Italian Porcelain with Jeff. He and I were finishing the renovation of my kitchen.…
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#Throw-down Thursday Redux: a #haibun #poetry from .@ImageCurve for #dVerse’s OLN
Today’s Fire Another fire engine races up River Road. Lights flash. A siren wails. A horn blasts. We don’t smell smoke anymore, but a gray haze hangs over the evergreens on the mountains. A two-lane strip of asphalt separates those mountains from the outer edge of our neighborhood. Cold comfort, as another engine races by.…
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#Haibun Monday–Shimo No Koe–First Frost’s Voice #dVerse Poet Pub
A Silence Observed I extend my left forearm during tai chi in the dark living room. That’s when I notice how quiet it is outside. No chirping. No tritonal repetitions of that saw-like cacophony. No crickets! The first frost has done its work. Autumn dawn that monotonous drone of morning traffic for dVerse Poet…
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#Haikai Challenge 1
Welcome to my inaugural Haikai Challenge! Take your opportunity to contribute to the art! It’s October! The famed harvest celebrations bearing the month’s name wind down in Bavaria but just get started in Germany. Fall foliage is around the corner! And that spooky night waits in the wings. So raise your steins and get your…
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#Free-style Friday: a #haibun for #dVerse Poets’ Pub’s MTB – sleep
Her Infirmity is My Insomnia I wake up at four in the morning. Try and sleep again. Mira coughs, inhales hard. Coughs again. She gets up and sprays her nostrils with her over-the-counter spray. I listen to her. All the while hoping for a sleep that does not come. sparrow’s song beneath a brightening sky bare maples…
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#Tanka Tuesday 9/26/17…A Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge-64 and dVerse birthstone poem prompt
glittering topaz surrounded by history more gilded than gold no birthstone compares to the fragility of our lives For Rambling of a Writer’s Weekly Tanka Challenge-64 and dVerse Poet Pub’s This One’s for you!
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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…
