Trip to a forest.
A moonbeam shines through the trees.
Whipped, memories rush.
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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 319 Trip&Whip
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 319 Trip&Whip
#Haikai Challenge #152 (8/16/20): katydid (kirigirisu) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
At the horizon,
Conspiratorially;
Clouds whisper to hills.
Morning sun, shines bright.
Spreading warmth and cheer all day.
Parting, in soft hues.
Parting in soft hues;
Hues that spread all over sky.
Lovers meet on the sly.
Lovers meet on the sly.
Shadows, their accomplice.
In rendezvous, bliss.
In rendezvous, bliss.
A nightjar tweets assent.
Dusk creeps, in silence.
Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 318 Meet&Part
Exterminating
Boundaries, circle or square;
The creative mind seeks.
COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 190 #SYNONYMSONLY
Dark clouds, breath of storms.
Hearts steeped in anxiety watch,
Their growing presence.
What can you see now?
The darkness is all around.
Hush of night surrounds.
Hush of night surrounds.
Then light, a streak on horizon.
A rooster is ruffled.
A rooster is ruffled.
Its cawing, the silence breaks.
Dreamy eyes, shut tight.
Dreamy eyes, shut tight.
Dreaming love’s dreams, sublime.
On lips, a smile.
Canopy of grey.
Greenery amidst concrete;
Rejuvenated.
Glory of the moon
Highlighted by the darkness.
A lonely leaf curls.
#Haikai Challenge #150 (8/2/20): Sturgeon Moon #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
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