tender, delicate
spring begins ~ storms of blossoms
shoots of green sun
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haiku
Category Archives: Spring
capture
carefully
the land dangles charms
sprinkles pearls, bees, birds
sound answers, tugs beasts
and buds forth to birth ; churns
of complexity ; bursts
of simplicity ; betrayed
roil of restless
cobweb -dreams escape
to wake
for rapture
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only creatures
see empty bounty
a season of plenty, so
a season of menace for
those whose treasure must be exposed
that freshest wet innocence brought forth
in inexorable trust , hunted
again.
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not a haiku
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NaPoWriMo day 6 prompt : to write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line. Perhaps you could write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry? You could even try using a newspaper headline or something from a magazine article.
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Pps
in hindsight, i think i may have misread the prompt… oops twice!
P.s you will find the poem chosen (at random) below . I copied down the first words and avoided reading the poem so that I would not be influenced. I did, however count the words in each of her lines and kept the same in my own poem ( there is one line longer though , oops ( poetic licence?))
Poem chosen:
Late October by Maya Angelou
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Carefully
the leaves of autumn
sprinkle down the tinny
sound of little dyings
and skies sated
and roseate sunsets
roil ceaselessly in
cobweb greys and turns
to black
for comfort
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Only lovers
see the fall
a signal end to endings
a gruffish gesture alerting
those who will not be alarmed
that we begin to stop
in order to begin
again.
non days
morning’s ; cloud cover
brief in spring or young summer
lingers in winter
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haiku
Broad daylight or Dead of night
On thé farm
This week only….
Approx tally:
Half a spring lamb
One whole sheep
A dozen or so chickens
One fox
Causes:
Fox attack
Unknown
Heart attacks / Fox attacks
Shot by farmer
Results:
Shock and horror
Bewilderment plus two orphan lambs to bottle rear from here
Loss of profit
One less fox to worry about
*possibly uncounted cubs crying for mum
April May
Haiku
we Shepard them up
keep them safe from foxes so
that you May eat lamb
Note from the farm:
everyone wants to eat Spring lamb because it has been marketed that way. Think about it. Lambs are born in Spring. We don’t eat them straight away, do we….
Are we just sheep doing what consumerism wants us to do? Business as usual.
Sweet
Haiku
The lambs’ backs full of
Tight knit sun, bleat and gambol.
The kestrel sees this.
giggle-stained
Haiku
push-bike speeds pin-wheels
down tree-lined lanes apple-dapply
in crocus light. Speeeeeed!
Crazed
Haiku
in a yellow haze
she eats all the daffodils
leaves the crocuses
Elemental
I grabbed for a warm hand
ful of cherry blossom, shoved
it in my mouth, impatient
for the fruit
I couldn’t wait
there was no juice or blood but
the petals stuck pink and delicate in
and around my mouth in
muted protests — too late
I sucked escaping perfumes in
to my nostrils to taste them but
in return I got a mischievous tickle
then a revengeful sneeze
flower matter fell in
patterns on the grasses, rosy in
against the daisies and dandelions
a mess? a waste? — not a bit of it!
I grabbed another fistful, look
I drank a gulp of liquid sky, stuck
out my tongue and lapped at muted
blues and grays — a graze of breeze
on bare skin like breath on a mirror, look
I twirled in a blur of birdsong, frantic
with spring, immersed in all this
I grabbed another fistful of cherry babies
and jammed them in my mouth
then I went at the lilacs
still green, not quite purple
my throat thrown open
btw April 26 2018
Napowrimo day 26:- write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.
Naked Blush
Morning raucous of neighbourhood crows bring me blinking onto the balcony. Hazy silhouette of not so distant mountain across the blue grey bowl of Lac Leman, filled with holy waters of pure snow melt. Each day the view changes clothes; moody greens, granite blues, peaks and ravines revealed or coquettishly concealed in mantles of cloud, slung low over shoulders, or completely shrouded. In winter, she wears sugar coating, of course, it’s the fashion.
Early afternoon, magnolias bloom and bud and burst into debutante blush. With pink faced determination, in pale promise, they manage to lift my heart from the sludge of winter dullness. This naked, first blush, pressed against still slate grey skies, for the most part, will be brief, but enough to revive those curious yellows. They peek out from beneath broken earth and early grasses; the posies of primroses, profuse patches of daffodils, sprays of daisies preceding dandelion weeds. Next will come the wilful tulips, deliberated planted in sculpted beds by industrious gardeners, but lets us not get ahead of this moment.
Triumphant trills of promiscuous birds; a lively mayhem of mating rituals. I take my coffee out on to the terrace and timidly remove layers of clothing, risking goosebumps for a dainty taste of Spring on my tender skin. It’s a sin. “Enleve pas un fil en avril…” as they say here. But this is Lausanne at its best and I’m excited. I’ve survived.
Ditch the tourist pics of snow and slopes, cheese and chocolates, cowbells and watches. This is bees knees! This is champagne fizzes! This is sweet nectar. The scent of summer on the breeze comes, from a distance, I’ll admit, but defiantly detected. I take a great, fat, grateful breath of it….and….and …and begin to sneeze. Damn, I always forget this bit!!
magnolia creams
brief blushes brush blues; timid
rays tiding Summer
Napowrimo Day 12:- its’ a haibun to day! Here’s mine!
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