Springtime melody
disturbing the canopy,
as the breeze freshens.
Flute, recorder, piccolo,
in speckled, feathered mantle
Monthly Archives: March 2017
Ronovan writes Haiku #142, a tribute to Greenwich Mean Time, once more in hibernation
Life will be refreshed
in the springing of the year
but one hour later
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Writespiration#108 52 Weeks in 52 Words The switch
Arnold was ready. At sixteen, this was the last time he would feel this shame. His father raised the switch. Arnold turned, snatched it from his hand, struck his father on the cheek. A thin line of blood showed. His father’s eyes opened wide, as did his mouth in a loud Oh!
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Haiga
Age of innocence,
the burden of his childhood,
a monochrome life
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Ronovan writes Haiku #141
Once golden tresses
reddened by a single blow
fluttered in the breeze
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Haiga
Dashing daffodils
replace retiring snowdrops
pastel season shades
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Ronovan writes Haiku prompt #140
“A twist of lemon,”
I shout to the bartender,
“your gin is too dry.”
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Ronovan writes #139
So where is the King,
on the day I lose my head
he will forgive me
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When the pen takes control. 