Gazing at her gills
I felt completely safe despite the stormy weather
natures canopy my favorite brand.
TJ Paris haiku challenge – mushroom
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Tag: haiku
Turning tides
A single stone rightly aimed
is stronger than heavy armor in battle
turning the tides with precision.
oooOOOooo
Oh what a tease you’re
going back and forth as though you’ve
no aim, mischievous as ever.
oooOOOooo
Wash over my soul, cleanse
me from within. Wash over my body
rid me of his stench.
Written for TJ Paris haiku challenge – tide.
Nourished
assuage my thirst, bid me
live, assuage my thirst, keep me green
lest I brown from thirst.
Written for TJ Paris haiku challenge – Green.
Grow the account
Lay them not in hindsight
nor in apology, but in loves bank.
Strengthen the bouquet, againgst mephitic deeds.
Written for TJ P aris haiku challenge – bouquet.
For all the soliders and the one’s who have gone beyond as a result of conflict or hate.
This week I went a word above the usual, sorry.
Images copyright Livehomeanaway. Found the poor bird dead on the side walk and the poppy in a neighbours backyard.
Important element
Similar in every way,
size, quantity and location. A prototype? No. It’s
just a shadow, no quality guaranteed.
Written for TJ Paris haiku challenge – shadow.
Wings
They rustled dry bones, marshaled
your rustic armors up the mountain peak
left you falling without wings.
Daily it grew, embryonic words
of time, flapping strengthened wings it flew a
paragraph of love or hate?
Written for TJ Paris haiku challenge – wings
Dry petals
There they lie dry and
empty, ignored by trailers of a faulty
compass. Dry but not useless.
Written for TJ Paris Haiku challenge – dry.
Hopefully content
Atop a web of uncertainty,
dangled dew drops of hope reflecting shards
of faith through tiny eyes.
Atop a web of uncertainty,
dangled dew drops, pure crystals of hope
magnified by faiths tiny eyes.
Dew drops, tiny drops, settled
atop a petal, minuscule to you but
just enough for little ole me.
Written for TJ Paris haiku challenge – dew
Please indulge me of the three which reads better or which do you prefer and why?
Ironed
Crinkled lines straightened, patterns welded,
fabrics singed together, perfect until the first wear.
And so the cycle continues.
Written in response to TJ Paris haiku challenge … Iron.
Mama’s home
A potpourri of psalms, of
tunes and tapping feet, of scintillating aromas
loves at work, mama’s home.
Written for TJ Paris haiku challenge Potpourri.
