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Carpe Diem #1665 Tan Renga – “Miscanthus bud”

another year is gone
a traveler’s shade on my head,
straw sandals at my feet
Bashō

moments, like a passing breeze

served as tutor for my soul

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I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #17

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Bereft of habit,

the tonsured friar gazes.

in contemplation.

 

 

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The Easter address. #Tanka

Their gaze uplifted

eyes, ears and hearts opened,

smiling in their joy.

His message of peace and love,

a lesson for all nations.

 

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 10th 2019, new beginnings

As green shoots appear

in the springing of the year

Gaia is reborn

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Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 3rd 2019, everlasting love

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The language we shared

needed no words to be said.

Alphabet of love.

 

photo courtesy of Facebook

 

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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 128 #SynonymsOnly #cinquain

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her by the hand

he  led her into the stream,

the crowd began to chant the psalms.

Rebirth.

 

 

 

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WHAT DO YOU SEE? FEB/26/2019

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At nine o’clock Joshua stirred. Feeling apprehensive about the coming battle he walked out to take one more look at the recalcitrant city. His army, having been camped in their siege positions outside the walls were becoming restless and many were now unsure if they were strong enough to defeat their mighty foe.

He was the only one with true faith and so far they had been unquestioning of his power but he suspected that his officers and men were becoming bored with the inactivity. He stood lonely, leaning upon his staff, gazing silently at the towering walls. The mighty walls of Jericho whose stalwart defenders  had so far resisted any efforts to induce them out from the safety of their fortress, secure in the knowledge that the walls had never before been breached.

Lights glowed at every window and he imagined the citizens, although nervous, going about their business unperturbed by the shadowy danger that lurked in the night. They felt sure of their ability to withstand any length of siege and would not risk leaving the city to join in battle with the enemy.

Joshua turned and slowly walked back to his tent. With a half-smile he decided to sacrifice and pray to his one God. He knew that the answer would come to him before daybreak.

 

 

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Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt #Writephoto #Ritual

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Long Meg  stood alone,

where had all the dancers gone,

no posy to hold,

just one solitary tear

rolled slowly down her cold cheek

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Sue Vincent’s #Thursdayphotoprompt #Writephoto

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Near the top they stopped. The sun was dropping rapidly in the Western sky. As if lost in their own thoughts there was no need for words. Each knew that the other was thinking of the days to come. It was deserted now but tomorrow this sacred place would be crowded with people; men, women, children, friends, relatives, all gathered for the last farewell. Nyruda had passed, her body was laid on the bier ready for the ceremonial transition.

At sunrise a procession would wend it’s way from the village to this rock, “The seat of the winds,” with their light load borne on the shoulders of six men, while the monks, women and children followed. There would be chanting, age-old mantras sung in a low drone, while the incense-burners twirled and their fragrance drifted over the plain at the whim of the breeze. It was not a lament but a celebration of one stage of her old life completed in preparation for the new.

A breeze was starting, exposing its presence with a twitch of Gana’s sleeve. In the distance he heard the lone cry of the lammergeier. He smiled, recognising the significance of the call, as if in reassurance that the wild eagles knew they were soon to be summoned and would be ready to help in the sacred task.

Tomorrow there would be many, wheeling and turning, carried high on the updrafts as they circled in readiness for their feast. The flesh would be stripped from the body leaving the white bones exposed. They would not be left long. The more experienced avian attendants would climb high in the sky their bills stuffed and ungainly with stiff, long, bristled moustaches.  Like sharp but muffled drumbeats the sound of bones dropping on to the stones below would reassure the departing flock that the ceremony was being fulfilled. It would not be many days before the larger bones could be discreetly removed in accordance with their traditions ready for the final stage. Life would go on.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #240 Do&Say

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Before the altar,

the couple will say, “I do.”

a vow before God

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