🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐
made of fine crystal
they smolder with annoyance
the coquette windchimes
*
midsummer darkness
even moss dreams of the night
when the sun goes down
*
there’s not enough will
power for cutting the grass
relish rewilding
*
© selma
Kigo: smolder, coquette windchimes, midsummer darkness, cutting the grass
Three haiku written for Tanka Tuesday: this is the second week of the beginning of
Midsummer: Growing Heat.
Even the coquettish crystal windchimes refuse to budge in this heat.
There is no nice wind to blow up their skirts…
🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐🎐
This week: Your writing invitation is to choose one of the 24 Forms for your poem.
You can use the kigo words and phrases from the Part I challenge post HERE, or
you can use the phrases I’ve created below:
Use one kigo phrase in each of your three poems in whatever order you’d like.
If you can’t write three poems, please write at least one.
smoldering heat
midsummer darkness
cutting the grass
Thanks dearly, Colleen for encouraging me to write to this challenge.
And thanks for reading dear friends. Stay cool.
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Hi Selma, this is really lovely. Beautifully done.
Hi Robbie. Thanks for reading g and liking them. 🤗🎐🎐
Lovely, especially the first one!
🎐🎐🤗❤️ thanks my friend.
So lovely! I agree with Punam! ❤️
🎐🎐windchimes for you too then.
Congrats on the book. I saw it on IG. That is you, right? The goddess look alike! 👏🏽 well done.
hahaha ❤️ Aww thank you, Selma!
Lovely poem 😎
Thanks Diana
You’re very welcome.
Selma, this haiku series is stunning. I love the second haiku about moss. It’s been so hot!! Stay cool, my friend. 😎
Staying cool.
Me personified in that moss 😂
Some nights are cooler.
LOL! I’m staying in the house. The air conditioning is a gift from the gods! LOL! 😂
Nice line break and the description of the windchimes is quite creative. ✨
I like this comment. Thanks. xoxo
Love windchimes. 🥰🦋 xoxo
Me too.
That third one made me smile. That’s how I feel about cleaning my apartment right now. It’s definitely rewilding. (K)
Let it rewild, K. No harm in that… as long as it doesn’t attract snakes…
That was an interesting prompt! I especially loved this – “even moss dreams of the night
when the sun goes down”; lovely writing!
Thanks dearly, Deepthy. Sending you cool breezes. Eat a mango for me, or two.
These are fun poems Selma
I’m delighted you liked them, Sadje.
💞💞💞
What a meaningful string of haiku! Love your wind chimes.
The windchimes… so happy you liked those and the string of haiku, dear Balroop. Stay sweet.
Beautiful poems, Selma! Let the grass go wild! Lol!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
yeah, let it grow. wild… Thanks dear Yvette. xoxo
“even moss dreams of the night” — what a perfect description of the heat!! Wonderful, Selma. 🌞
Gwen–I thought the moss would describe it for me. Glad you liked it. Bless you dear one. Bee cool and safe.
“even moss dreams of the night”
Love this.
Thanks, Melissa. 🤗
All good but the moss one is my fave, Selma.
So pleased to know. Thanks dearly Lisa. XO