Invisible wind,
gives voice, laughing or sighing,
shaking, verdant leaves.
Category Archives: Self compositions
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 17th 2019, voices of nature
Filed under As you read it, Haiku, nature inspired, Self compositions
Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Challenge #249
Skillfully changing
tone and pitch, inducing moods,
musician’s magic.
Filed under Haiku, Old knowledge, Self compositions
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 10th 2019, new beginnings
As green shoots appear
in the springing of the year
Gaia is reborn
Filed under As you read it, faith, Haiku, Inspired by fable, Old knowledge, Seasons, Self compositions
What do you See? April/09/2019
And God looked down from on high at the gathering below. She smiled in order to put them at their ease, for arrayed in a circle below was a representative from all the nations of the Earth. Chosen at random and summoned while in an enchanted state, none had a recollection of how they had come to be here or why they had been so chosen. God enfolded them in her arms and in soft tones began to speak. Speaking in tongues so that all the gathering were able to understand the message she imparted. To emphasise her imparted warning a loud rumbling began to emanate from the very bowels of the Earth and the earth opened giving all assembled a glimpse of the infernal future for the planet. A certainty if these messengers were unable to convince their fellow countrymen throughout the world of the necessity for change. God released the people from their spell to return and begin their work. It was now dependant upon the inhabitants of the planet if they wished to avoid the second great flood. A flood of fire of their own making.
Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. Ending-Abyss
Nursed unto the death,
final act of devotion,
eyes gently closing,
only memories remain
in that void once filled with love.
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #248 Serene&Scene
Remaining serene
through each scene of life’s drama
Nirvana attained
Filed under Haiku, Otherworldly, Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #21 #Tanka -Quarry
Full green surrounded,
each shaded bank, where moss-lined,
torpid waters lap,
twilight stirring, surfaces
from below, an ancient carp
Filed under nature inspired, On the lines of romance, Otherworldly, Self compositions, Tanka
What do you see challenge: 2nd April
His laughter was as the echo
of a thousand crows
lined in serried ranks
upon the branches
of a hundred graceful pines,
each silent, standing sentinel
over the boundless plains.
I realised my folly
for had I not stroked
the curving brazen contours
and in one foul stroke, released
the fabled genie of the lamp
Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt #Threshold (Dawn of disgrace) #Writephoto
We stood up on the cliff looking down at the scene of destruction below. The gale force wind so strong that we could hardly stand. Waves crashed over the bow of the stricken vessel. We could not keep our torches alight unless we lay upon the ground sheltering them from the driving rain with our curled bodies. The cries from below sounded English but there were also high-pitched screams in a language I couldn’t identify. Daniel beside me had toshout to make himself hard, “I s’pect tis them Frenchies they’ve been tellin about, poor buggers.” I only nodded in agreement. There was nothing we could do till the sea and wind settled. Then we would go down to the beach to see if anyone had got off to the shore. All we could was sit and wait.
At first light the wind had lessened. There was no sound. Fearing the worst we climbed down the fisherman’s path to the shingle beach. The ship had completely broken up overnight. There were rough, broken planks of timber, chests and casks scattered among the rocks. Much more numerous were the bodies. Some lying face down, arms outstretched as if scrabbling at the sand. Some face up, their faces white, fixed in fear, eyes dull and lifeless. The worst sight were a group of both men and women lying like rag dolls close to a cave entrance.
Going over to examine them we were stopped in our tracks at the sight. All were wearing leg-irons and neck-braces chained one to each other. It was obvious, they were slaves being transported to the colonies. The sailors hadn’t even freed them at the time of the wreck in order that they might have a chance of escape.
I believe it was that one act that turned us against our sea-faring brothers. Without a word being spoken the vow never again to help them was taken. Not only that, our loathing at their cowardice was so high that we were encouraged to start the act of wrecking and thus gaining benefit from their distress. Much to my shame I can safely say that was how and why our terrible, callous and cowardly acts of piracy started.
Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, April 3rd 2019, everlasting love
The language we shared
needed no words to be said.
Alphabet of love.
photo courtesy of Facebook
Filed under As you read it, faith, From the heart, Haiku, Self compositions
When the pen takes control. 