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 :)
sparkle of bright lights nutmeg and spice fill the air a taste of fine wine a golden glow doesn’t dull but paints the memory sharp
This was written for Colleen’s poetry challenge. Today we were supposed to write on the theme of “Festive”. Going through my photos, I saw this one of a bottle of wine I have had for 20 years that helped make last Christmas festive, despite it being a lock-down holiday ;)
trumpets distant voices call golden tones play purple birds unseen are heard in distance muted embers grow soft, oboe to flute the somber sky descends heavy eyelids dying
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Today was a choice between synonyms only and writing a butterfly cinquain with a color word included. I chose the later. I’ll let you decide on the meaning ;)
Run Hole up Disappear Hide if you can And I will find you No cover good enough No place far enough away No camouflage clever enough No refuge can protect you enough For I am coming and there is no escape
For those who don’t know, a senryu shares the form of a haiku, but is about human foibles, love, awkward moments, etc. There should be some humor, sarcasm and/or irony present. This is all condensed from Collen’s “cheat sheet” :)
What may lie Beyond horizons Come with me Let’s find out Open minds to the wide world Expand our spirits
This was written for Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge. Today we were asked to write poem on a theme or idea. this week’s idea was “Travel/Journeys”. I wanted to try something different, so I tried my hand at a shadorma.
The bones of ancient mountains watch us Hundreds of millions of years old Reminders of Pangea When the young Earth was one Sentinels of time High granite walls Always there Placid Still Hear? Thunder! Clear white streak Crashing water Liquid knife cuts through Never ceasing turmoil Sounds of rush and glory In an ever-changing rhythm Life blood of a breathing planet The ancient land is always made new
This was written for Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. This week it was a photo prompt and, since I was chosen as poet of the week for the last photo challenge, Colleen used one of my photos. I wrote a double nonet for that hourglass shape. yeah, I like that form ;)
The photo is of Middle Purgatory Falls, Mont Vernon, New Hampshire. there are three beautiful falls on the Purgatory Brook as well as countless rapids and small waterfalls flowing into the brook.
The Appalachian Mountains were formed hundreds of millions of years ago when all of the plates bumped into each other creating a super continent, Pangea. This later broke apart, yet you can still see the shapes mirrored across oceans, and find rocks on one continent that seem to belong to another.
The flow of time brings us together In a microscopic moment That lasts for eternity Souls conjoined for a step Explore for a season Search for answers Look with me Spirit Seek Us Meaning Push forward For a moment On the long journey We have only one quest Forever breaking new trails By the river of existence Forever searching for its meaning
This was written for Colleen’s weekly Poetry Challenge. This week the challenge was to use the two words Life and Move, but using only synonyms of those words. I decided to do a double-nonet so I could get that hourglass shape…