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Our haiku prompts for 11/15-11/22.
The month's half gone as we count down to midwinter/midsummer.
Feel free to use any form of the prompt.
North South
11/15 Classic Road
11/16 Rust Sap
11/17 Pine Admiration
11/18 Rake Ants
11/19 Withering Tea
11/20 Bonfire Chick
11/21 Hot Tea Melody
11/22 Withered Grass Vermillion
even the clams
keep their mouths shut
in this heat
—Matsuo Bashō
A thin flower stem
withering in sun and wind;
standing ground, strong
Rake the red hot coals
of the fire; it's burning
below the surface
He's a
string-strummer
idea-generator
music-maker
harmony-finder
chord-creator
bandmate and
friend
#SmallPoems for #OpenWrite - a Kenning poem, in honor of my friend
from the gloom
a barred owl hoots
his classic tune
#DailyHaikuPrompt | classic
#SmallPoems
from the gloom
a barred owl hoots
his classic tune
#DailyHaikuPrompt | classic
#SmallPoems
Some days, the world breaks
down, like decomposition
of leaves in the rain
#SmallPoems #SundayHaiku response
(You and are writing a lot about leaves these days .. we are true New Englanders)
rainy and cool out
as the dawn breaks for the day
to dry fallen leaves
Between rows of trees,
branches weighted with apples -
the scent of decay -
yet there's sweetness on our tongue
as we sample the season
Tanka for #OpenWrite
Our haiku prompts for 11/8 - 11/15
Feel free to use any form of the prompt or even not at all.
Not every day will be inspired, but every day will dawn.
11/08 Clear Day New Clothes
11/09 Turnips Flirt
11/10 Fireplace Patio
11/11 Fading Children
11/12 Mask Lost
11/13 First snow Lush
11/14 Winter Moon Cloud Peaks
11/15 Classic Road
All in calmness —
the earth with half-opened eyes
moves into winter
— Dakotsu Iida
Bathing in the light
of the long Winter Moon,
closed eyes for dreaming
A wind dance romance;
each branch leaves its love to chance,
and wild circumstance
#SmallPoems #SundayHaiku response
(Yet another one that doesn't quite make sense but is built on rhyme word play, which I enjoy doing from time to time)
hanging leaves are sparse
as fall completes its changes
auguring winter
Not rutabaga -
but rooted, with bright white flesh
and greens: the turnip
Some mornings, I look at the prompt and go, huh. Like this morning: turnip. I had to learn a bit more about turnips, which we do eat in strews etc but I never gave them much thought. One thing I learned is that in some regions, the word turnip refers to the rutabaga, but they are not the same thing.
Our haiku prompts for 11/1 - 11/8.
Thank you for sharing your work with us.
Prompts are only suggestions. The poem is the point.
North South
11/01 Carp Warm Breath
11/02 Sleet Skylark
11/03 Endure Morning
11/04 Mittens Woodpecker
11/05 Pine Sap Porch
11/06 Moon Rise Breeze
11/07 North Wind Tickle
11/08 Clear Day New Clothes
The cuckoo
with a single song
has established summer
—Ōshima Ryōta
Dawn, on a clear day,
breaks so gentle, unfolding
in iridescence
I'd battle dragons
to protect your sexy brain.
Access my password.
#poem #haiku #senryu #ShortPoem #SmallPoem #SmallPoems #geek #love #dragons #GeekPoetry #MagneticPoetry
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I'd battle dragons
to protect your sexy brain.
Access my password.
#poem #haiku #senryu #ShortPoem #SmallPoem #SmallPoems #geek #love #dragons #GeekPoetry #MagneticPoetry
Notes to follow in a comment on this thread.
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