Reiwa – #Haiku

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Sliver of light shines
Through the future’s open door
May it confer peace

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Ah, my weekly poetry fix will have a different flavor until the end of the month!  Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday is on a well-deserved Sabbatical, but she still encourages weekly syllabic poems.

Since we’re writing forms of Japanese poetry, I thought it a shame to ignore the monumental events occurring there now.  By the time this haiku is published, the Heisei era will be over, and Reiwa will soon begin.

The picture was from one of the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompts.  

April Storm – #Tanka

island during golden hour and upcoming storm

First storm of the year,
Crashing thunder, roaring hail.
The dog tucks his tail.
Sounds like a train in my ears –
Hide in basement, in fear.

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Ah, my weekly poetry fix will have a different flavor until the end of the month!  Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday is on a well-deserved Sabbatical, but she still encourages weekly syllabic poems.

On Friday, we had our first big storm of the year, and what a doozy!  There were tornadoes in other part of the state, and the tornado warnings got pretty intense there for a while.  The sky turned that odd color it does right before a tornado, and hail fell.  But nothing happened, and we’re ok! 🙂

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Pollen – #Haiku

green leafed tree under blue sky

Pines send pale green love
To bless the Earth every spring
Regret not this gift.

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Ah, my weekly poetry fix will have a different flavor until the end of the month!  Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday is on a well-deserved Sabbatical, but she still encourages weekly syllabic poems.

The pollen season is still going on here, but the stream of near-nightly rains has kept the pine pollen from being snow as of late.  Instead, it’s turned into puddles of pale-green pollen.  A bit more disgusting, but less harmful for one’s health.  Horticultural sexism, anyone?

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Wisteria – #Haiku

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Spring’s sweet scented breath
Dawn’s alarm opens petals
Wisteria blooms

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Ah, my weekly poetry fix will have a different flavor until the end of the month!  Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday is on a well-deserved Sabbatical, but she still encourages weekly syllabic poems.

Today on my drive to work, I rolled down the window near the train tracks where wisteria has become invasive.  The scent reminds me of undergrad and the dorm where I lived for three years.  With rainclouds above, streams of snowy pollen below, and the scent of wisteria in my lungs, I waxed nostalgic.  I felt it a perfect time for a seasonal haiku.

Let Me Be Like Grass – #Shadorma

woman in white sleeveless mini dress standing between grass field

From a seed,
Mere, tiny kernel,
Comes grass, fields.
Freshly mown,
The fields grow lush, beautiful,
Free from old habits.

A winter
Of creative thoughts
Seems daunting.
Keeps haunting.
How can I compose again,
Burdened with pain?

Mow my mind –
Let me be like grass!
Grow anew,
Escape old,
Bring simple delights to all
Who seek the cut field.

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This was written for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday #125, Origin and Write.  The synonyms I used are in bold.

This morning at work, the grounds crew had mown the grass to start the spring off right.  This triple shadorma is in thanks and preparation for the coming season.

Also hope that I don’t accidentally ban comments this week!  Sorry for anyone who was disappointed last week… 😦

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