A gogyohka for Frank Tassone’s weekly haikai challenge.
loveliest of trees
the cherry was
but now that all are greening leafy bright
the tree that holds a blackbird
is the one I’d choose
Tag: cherry blossom
Three line tales: Cherry blossom
This microfiction piece is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt. Sorry if it’s not in the spirit of the season.
Photo ©Kasuend
Winter had been long and dark, but now spring was here.
She smiled—at last the rain-damp boughs were blossoming.
Then she remembered the doctor’s prognostic, and the dancing brightness wilted a little.
Poetry challenge #27: San San
This form, the san san, is another little beauty that I find extremely appealing. It was a NaPoWriMo prompt suggested by Thomas Kearney. There’s a lovely example of a san san on his blog here
The san san is an eight line poem using three images repeated three times and a rhyme scheme that goes: abcabdcd.
It needs a bit of thought, but then what doesn’t? I hope you’ll give it a try. Post your creations in the comments preferably with a pingback. Pingbacks seem to be infallible. Other links sometimes go astray, dissolve into thin air etc.
Here is my san san.
Listening to the wind among the reeds,
I watch the black kite glide across the lake,
Smell the blossom on the apple tree.
Wind brings ocean memories, and the seeds
To fill another orchard, in the wake
Of black kite, hunting where the field mice run.
Like wind and kite my thoughts fly bright and free,
Lake water caught beneath the rising sun.
Cherry blossom
The cherry blossom’s falling
In a blaze of glory,
Pure white flakes
From a feu de joie,
Hommage to the spring,
And sweet autumn promise
Of blood red fruits.
NaPoWriMo: Cherry blossom
It’s April and it’s poetry time. Any excuse to post a poem.
Here’s my first one of the season, another cleave poem because I did it after bloody hours of torture. I exaggerate. But it wasn’t like rolling off a log either.
Wind’s from the north/ spring clouds bowling
From the wintry sea / gulls soaring inland
Cold rain spatters / over dancing river waves
Tearing tender blossoms / splashing the banks with foam.
Winters grip tightens /in the first days of springtime
On bird-huddled branches/ hazels are greenly leafing
And nestlings pipe with feeble voices / in the pale sun streaming.
I walk with heavy heart / Blackbird’s song is in my ears
Remembering the golden past / filled with joy and easy beauty
When summer danced / rippling bright as river water
For you and me / fading with the distant twilight
Now I am left / as night draws near
With a handful of snowflakes / falling gently as cherry blossom.
Haiku for morning November 14
Bloody darkness falls
by the autumn river blows
first cherry blossom.
Precocious spring
Solstice sky
Heavenly blue
An infinite field of morning glories.
Beneath the tepid sun
Shedding summer memories
Soft as dawn-pink petals
The cherry blossom opens
Hastening the spring.
Blossom
The rain
has stripped the blossom
from the cherry trees
and left behind
a mist of new leaf green.
Jane Dougherty Writes 