on far horizon
acceptance without judgment
dream come true one day
This senryū is my response to
Carpe Diem #1698 Hot Summer Night … Imagination,
where the prompt is to write Japanese poetry
inspired by the provided photo.
Image source: nomadicboys.com
The following five haiku/senryū were included in my submission to Pure Haiku for the most recent theme, Emergence. The fourth and fifth appeared at Pure Haiku on March 7th and April 16th. My thanks go to Freya Pickard for featuring these.
true spirit revealed
a nature too long hidden
chrysalis of green
parting as beauty unfolds
regal orange and black
long wait is over
nurtured in a mother’s warmth
a child’s eyes open
after long nights’ sleep
bear wakes in darkness of den
hungry for daylight
neurons fire, thoughts coalesce
Image source: screenshot from this YouTube video
acceptance of self
as facets evolve
within expression of self
pride in attributes
This haiku couplet is in response to Haiku Review Challenge by The Secret Keeper. The short film offered for review is An Interview with Andrew Scott, found on Vimeo.
Don’t flirt with the truth
Accept it with pride
Find the answer
Dare to seek that self
Yours since birth
The five word prompts for The Secret Keepers Weekly Writing Challenge #64 are birth, trance, pride, seek and flirt.
without a thought
but not without a care
our bodies press close
let the world know
we seek only each other
The five word prompts for The Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #50 are thought, care, discreet, press and seek.
Image source: Noah Berger/AP via npr.org
Unrelated news items that pulled me in:
A kiss can be the most intimate of expressions – its true intent known only to those in the exchange, yet interpreted by all who witness it. Unfortunately, too often the reaction to that exchange, and to the relationship, by others outside of it is not one of acceptance. Where does this end?
Passion is not limited to relationships. Sometimes it’s expressed as the pursuit of, and love for, an activity. Sadly, tragedy can bring an end to that passion in its last moments.
reaction to a simple kiss by
religion of terrorism
to proclaim an ideology
passion for great heights
and the open air
swept away in a moment
following news with shields down
remind self that weight of sadness
greatest for families devastated
Over the years, I’ve learned to reserve my emotions when reading or viewing tragic news. I don’t turn them off, so I suppose I compartmentalize them. I didn’t do that today. First, in following the news about the mass shooting in Orlando; and then, reading about a hot air balloon tender who fell to his death when winds swept the balloon away after the riders disembarked. Sometimes I have to remind myself that my sadness is incidental.
What is optimistic freedom, if it’s not
the freedom to be optimistic in the face of
And what are those odds?
Is that like someone saying
you can use the restroom
when you pry the key from their cold, dead hands?
What is that, if not odd?
After all, everyone has to come to
their senses sometime, don’t they?
Or do they?
What if they’re asking the same question?
Maybe their optimistic freedom involves everyone else
coming to their senses.
It’s totally senseless to figure them out, if you ask me.
They would be the first to tell you they’ll be the last ones to come to their senses.
Day Fourteen of 2016 NaPoWriMo.
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