For TJ’s Household Haiku prompt, a trio. Basically, I missed out one of the two prompt words in the first one…
Photo ©Oliver C.Mallorca, skapheandros
Drifts in the night breeze,
scent so hard to place—perhaps
mine when we were young.
Lost in mists of time,
the scent of childhood summers,
gone with the swallows.
Night blooming jasmine
around the door leads us home—
the path never lost.
Thank you for the prompt, Colleen. I should be filling in tax forms but much prefer this kind of procrastination 🙂 Colleen’s tanka challenge is here. If the words or the photo inspire you, this is where to post your tanka.
Wind whips up dark cloud,
north sea-coloured, wild and cold
with unfallen snow.
I watch the gull’s flight, soaring,
such courage in the storm’s eye.
Colour of my dreams,
you paint the world so brightly,
no blue more intense.
Blow winter clouds, wind, and mix
another stormy palette.
Wind of the grey world
blows a storm from the cold north
charged with snow and ice.
I peer through thick falling flakes
for beyond the grey, spring waits.
Ronovan’s challenge words this week are Tight & Warm. Good spring words.
photo ©Bijay chaurasia
Buds, wound up coiled springs
tight fists of green life, stay warm
until the sun calls.
Tightly wrapped baby
swaddled against the winter
sweet warm milky breath.
Tight furled the new leaves
west wind ruffles warm feathers
spring rides the rain clouds.
These short poems were all written on the same day, inspired by different twitter prompts, which produced nevertheless a common theme. The best illustration for them is this Nussbaum which has haunted my thoughts since I discovered it the other day.
There are devils in the dust,
They get in our eyes,
Blind us to the beauty of life.
Perhaps a downpour of tears will lay them,
Perhaps a torrent of blood.
I am afraid for humanity,
When its soul is rotted black,
Afraid that blood will not suffice,
To quench the madness.
Chasing an illusive dream,
Butterfly flitting between the trees,
Always the other side of the sunset,
Sand slips slowly between fingers.
Spills across the sand,
A momentary glitter between waves.
Cool water washes the pain,
A little at a time,
Out to sea.
Haiku sequence, my contribution to a twitter exchange with Alfred,
Painting ©Fernando de Gorocica
Dimple in wet sand
wave-washed sun-baked bone-white shell
sings songs of the sea.
Furrows filled with tears
sunset pours its bloody light
earth sighs as night falls
And in the darkness
Gentle, moonlit, pain slips
between the night stars.
To sleep, dream, perhaps,
rocked on the dark midnight waves
beneath silent stars.
Quite painless this week. Must be the wine. Thanks to Ronovan for the prompt 🙂
Painting by John Singer Sargent
Salt tears flow like wine
tossed away the dregs of love
into the wild sea.
Wine we shared once, love
now days stretch dry and empty
salt tears fill my glass.
No more tears for us
pour the wine and fill the glass
roses bloom again.