tiny snail-horns to the moon
ferns in the gutter
tiny snail-horns to the moon
ferns in the gutter
my morning window
making their way
to a rendezvous
of some import
I bid them good day
and have another cuppa tea
my morning window
making their way
to a rendezvous
of some import
I bid them good day
and have another cuppa tea
a long, long tail
autumn's end
--Maya Okuzaka
長々と尾のあるごとし秋の暮 奥坂まや
#haiku #gendaihaiku #translation
a long, long tail
autumn's end
--Maya Okuzaka
長々と尾のあるごとし秋の暮 奥坂まや
#haiku #gendaihaiku #translation
sacredness great and small
pebbles on a beach
#DailyHaikuPrompt | #pebble
#haikuchallenge | #sacred
sacredness great and small
pebbles on a beach
#DailyHaikuPrompt | #pebble
#haikuchallenge | #sacred
fly wild in my head
veering close to each other
swoop-swirling instead
as the infinite space
fills with infinite words
i must write
for the sake of the birds
#whistpr #murmuration
fly wild in my head
veering close to each other
swoop-swirling instead
as the infinite space
fills with infinite words
i must write
for the sake of the birds
#whistpr #murmuration
filled with November
frosty looks
#DailyHaikuPrompt (frost) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
filled with November
frosty looks
#DailyHaikuPrompt (frost) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
cold little reliquary
pebble leaf and bone
cold little reliquary
pebble leaf and bone
Lea puts down her meager
belongings next to a cot
& looks ‘round at the others
seeking a warming lifeline.
She gets needed food & sleep
under protective eyes of
station staff—some just a few
paydays from needing cots too.
#NeighborsInNeed
#syllabic #verse #poem
Lea puts down her meager
belongings next to a cot
& looks ‘round at the others
seeking a warming lifeline.
She gets needed food & sleep
under protective eyes of
station staff—some just a few
paydays from needing cots too.
#NeighborsInNeed
#syllabic #verse #poem
Not all things are blest, but the seeds
of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.
This moment, this seed,
this look, this instant of love.
One life, or the faring stars.
🌱🌿🍁
#poem excerpt: Muriel Rukeyser
#micropoem
#art Mary Jo Hoffman
Not all things are blest, but the seeds
of all things are blest.
The blessing is in the seed.
This moment, this seed,
this look, this instant of love.
One life, or the faring stars.
🌱🌿🍁
#poem excerpt: Muriel Rukeyser
#micropoem
#art Mary Jo Hoffman
torn, crumpled, burnt
the songs unwritten
Evanescent as birdsong
sacred as spring's first frog
#tanka in response
torn, crumpled, burnt
the songs unwritten
Evanescent as birdsong
sacred as spring's first frog
#tanka in response
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