barren landscape in looks for the first buds of spring snowdrop form flowers A door long locked from cold thaws to life as you approach
These interconnected poems were written for Colleen’s poetry challenge. This week was a color, and that color was green. We were instructed to attempt to avoid/imply the word green. We could chose our own form ,so I chose a 3-5-3 haiku and a tanka. Hope you enjoy (it is still snow covered in New Hampshire, but this wasn’t really about the weather. Or was it?)
strike of a new year radiant white and unformed the future unfolds
blank white page waiting for our mark let’s explore
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week the form was poet’s choice, but we were also supposed to choose a color. I chose white and two haiku-like poems (a haiku and a senryu) of form 5-7-5 and 3-5-3 (verified at sodacoffee.com/syllables). I am also going to join Rebecca today. I chose my own photo. I’m not 100% sure if this really counts as a haiga, but hopefully it will work :)
small spot in large world soft purple petals call loud stop, rest a moment
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we were given a photo by Lisa Smith Nelson to use for an ekphrastic poem. I chose to write an interlinked series of three hiakus, using forms 2-3-2, 3-5-3 and 5-7-5. And, of course, I used a little alliteration…
wild cacophony a living emerald tower combing the blue sky
leaf fresh breeze order in chaos the world’s lungs
These were written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Today we were to use the words Green and Morass, but could only use synonyms. I wrote two haikus, one the “old fashioned” 5-7-5 form, the other in 3-5-3 form.
This was written for Collen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we were given two words to use, dawn and twilight, but only synonyms are allowed. I wrote a haiku.
Just a quick comment – I obviously thought of Cat Steven’s version of Morning Has Broken after I wrote this. Of course I always liked Rick Wakeman’s uncredited piano playing (He is my favorite rock keyboardist).
Bare branches, half guessed, a darker black silhouetted against void, whisper amongst themselves in the northern breeze. A few last leaves flutter down. A flash of silver is quickly hidden, the magic light extinguished as rapidly as it had appeared. Looking up, I guess where the moon lies hidden behind the blanket of turmoil that is the sky. I wrap my jacket tighter around myself, but can’t stop the moist air from seeping in, hungerly stealing my warmth. The approaching dawn has been hijacked, the sun led astray, for the sky remains that slate grey.
White rim on last leaf Dull glow illuminates grey November dark clouds
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. This week we used a theme, which was given by Sue Vincent in the form of a haiku (see below). I wrote a haibun with a haiku for the challenge.