Tanka Tuesday: Summer’s Waning, Fall is Nigh
Never has it been as profuse as when in the thick of torrid summer heat melancholy accommodates. [Etheree]
Never has it been as profuse as when in the thick of torrid summer heat melancholy accommodates. [Etheree]
This is my second time writing a Kimo; my first with the garland Kimo. From revisiting that first time post, I realize one more point, Kimo is an Israeli version of the haiku. Unrhymed. No title.
Of compasses and things that still brim you over when you think of them. I hope you enjoy this Heroic Sonnet.
smooth, swollen, and scouredlike pebbles in river bedsmemories I hold dearly populate my head one or two are disfigured—rough, metamorphic, and wornlarger-grained and ponderous;might have crystals at their core those I…
Thanks Hotel by Masticadores. Senryu focuses on the awkward moments in life making the human, not the world around them, the subject.
This week at Colleen's Tanka Tuesday they're talking about Autumn. Oh MY!How wonderful that sounds... here, no signs of that being remotely so. As far as I can tell, nothing…
hot midday hourssunning under Sun-flowers she mimics the sun Copyright © selma 🎐🎐🎐 This haiku was inspired by William Blake's poem Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,Who countest the steps of the…
From the highest point of the mountainAt the clearing where spring arrives firstI look to the sky and out to the sea,And wave at boats going to far-off shores Each…
First published at Blue Insights Publication on Medium as "How To Write A Nature Poem" Won't you check it out to see what you think?
When my keenness for food dwindles, nature’s produce isle sits outsidefrom kale and lettuce to new sproutscarotenoids turn to Vit-Aprotects the skin from UV raysstrengthens skin's guard against the sunthe…
A beautiful collection of brief moments in time Petals of Haiku: An Anthology—174 pages of pure joy. It features the work of over 160 talented poets. My purchased copy of…
WDYS 247: Image credit; Tom Barrett of artwork; sculpture by Spanish artistJaume Plensa Dear Lake do all you canto console mesometimes a manlongs to be freeof the harsh wordsthat minds…