a glass raised
in the name of justice
broken by injustice
raised again and again
until justice is served
This gogyohka is my response to
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge #309,
with the prompt words break and glass.
Image source: flickr.com – Dave Nitsche
alone in travels
cold rain only company
roadside drain speaking
This senryū is my response to
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge #293,
with the prompt words drain and rain.
Image source: Wikimedia Commons (Utagawa Hiroshige)
following like sheep
awakening sycophants
weeping, plaintive bleats
This senryū is my response to
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku
Prompt Challenge #292,
where the prompt words are sheep and weep.
misty scene subdued
autumn’s dampness a blanket
burning leaves smoulder
This senryū is my response to
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku
Prompt Challenge #288,
where the prompt words are smoulder and subdued.
in these troubled times
can any star offer hope?
wise men understand
This senryū is my response to
RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku
Prompt Challenge #285,
where the prompt words are hope and star.
placid moments few
during these times of turmoil
my thoughts running wild
This senryū is my response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku
Prompt Challenge #283,
where the prompt words are placid and wild.
on placid waters
autumn colors float downstream
river path calling
This haiku/haiga is my response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku
Prompt Challenge #277,
where the prompt words are river and path.
flood waters rising
white portico under siege
leader blowing smoke
This tanka is my response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #276,
where the prompt words are smoke and water.
Image
Depiction of the North Portico, 1835
Source: The White House Historical Association
Credit: Kellogg, D.W. & Coo., via Library of Congress
rustling in forest
leaves whisper in ancient tongue
known in any age
swirls rising from forest floor
speak of autumn’s arrival
This tanka is my response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #273,
where the prompt words are forest and whisper.
Image source: unsplash.com / Autumn Mott Rodeheaver
empty of promise
fields lie barren and fallow
to be whole in spring
This haiku is my response to RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #272,
where the prompt words are empty and whole.
