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winter in warm clime
mockingbird bird sings joyfully
new life mimics spring
A late submission to Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #32.
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winter in warm clime
mockingbird bird sings joyfully
new life mimics spring
A late submission to Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge #32.
the fresh breath of winter
shimmering snowfall
still water, frozen beauty
warming arid hearts
gazing on and on
reverent winter wonder
bare trees bow toward earth
nature’s white embrace
crystals sparkle silvery
beneath winter’s sun
Written and posted for dVerse Open Link Night–Join us at the poetry pub!
summer moon
a haiku
summer moonlight kiss
stars wink in silent accord
lone coyote howls
For Poetic Bloomings, Day 10–the theme of moonlight!
Purple Pizzazz
you paint spring happy
blend colors with so much care
divine artisan
Linked to Jennifer Nichole Wells Color Your World photography prompt: purple pizzazz.
gaia convulses
gives birth to massive mountains
strength is born in pain
Linked to Jennifer Nichole Wells prompt: Color My World Purple Mountains Majesty
iris
bearded irises
like so many tongues of fire
consume my garden.
earthworm
digging damp spring soil,
i disrupt your enterprise;
back to work my friend.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Patti Wolfe invites us to share our Microworlds. I’ve spent the better part of the past week or more in the garden, so this was perfect timing.
This is my first time participating in WordPress.com’s Weekly Photo Challenge. The prompt is Texture, which is, along with color, at the top of my favorite’s when considering the elements artists carry in their “tool boxes.”
Texture is all around us–smooth, coarse, rough, silky, actual, implied…think of the importance of the sense of touch to a person who is visually impaired. Here are a few textures I noticed on our daily walk today in our neighborhood:
Succulent–a Haiku
though you seem prickly
smooth touch, each single petal,
but sharp on the tips.
Hibiscus–a Haiku
your color seduces,
showcases, contrasts sun’s dance,
look to the center.
Lava Rock
look what you’ve endured–
eons of harshness and heat,
borne through the ages.
Old Pick Up Truck
you’re always just “there,”
gathering rust and hist’ry
i want to know more.
A Pod
nature’s protection
keeping new life safe from harm.
can we say the same?
A Rose
silky, smooth petals,
drinking of dew, opening,
sharing her beauty.
N.B. I am new to the world of photography, though not of art or poetry.
Leaves of our trees gave way to bitter cold winds that stripped bare their branches.
A gentle turn of the page—calendars relinquish another year.
Form
Alan Ginsberg developed a form he called the American Sentence. Using the structure of the haiku as a basis, the poem is built as a single sentence, employing seventeen syllables.
HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE WILD, WILD WEST. MANY GOOD THINGS TO YOU IN 2014. Thank you all for making 2013 a creative, poetic year. Victoria