There you are
Standing upon the hilltop
An off-white white-tailed deer
Unlike your siblings
In shades of brown
Rare sweet cream
TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 14, hosted by Willow.
A Haibun: I Walk Alone
My best friend used to walk beside me. On day trips to local parks, weekend hikes in the mountains and holiday journeys to foreign lands. Lymphoma ended her life four years ago. Though I now walk alone, I find my mother in the bird that lands in a nearby tree, the butterfly that dances among wildflowers and the soft breeze that rustles through my hair.
Peaceful remembrance
Under the thick canopy
Natural filters
Neon greens and chocolate
Nutrition for the bereft
dVerse Haibun Monday 5/26/25: Momento Mori, hosted by Frank.
Just a Little Hiss
There sits her sulking silhouette
Brooding in her extravagant boudoir
Decorous drapes drawn over picturesque windows
Lavish linens hang messily from her ornate bed
He observes her through the darkened doorway
Wondering whether she will forgive him
She slowly swivels in his direction
Her expression eerily obscured by the shadows
But her heinous hiss is unequivocal
Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Silhouette by Gerry C & Sue W
Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #417 – Boudoir
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Mayberry
I took a trip to Mayberry
Many a doors there I did see
I walked into Barney’s Cafe
And ordered the veggies of the day
Perused the walls surrounding me
Where posters hung of the Deputy
The old courthouse and county jail
Were the heart of the Andy Griffith tale
A replica town so southern sweet
With plenty of places to pull up a seat
Dan’s Thursday Doors
A Tanka: Flower Petals
Inevitable
Smile brightens upon the face
Cheeks flush with color
Open as flower petals
A blooming display of joy
TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 13, hosted by Selma on the theme of “stay in joy.”
W3 Prompt #160: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Dennis, prompts us to write a poem that leads to a single abstract noun, to be revealed at the end of the poem. Due to being short on time this week, I had to let this one unravel more quickly than I would have liked.
Flowing
Beneath the live oak
Poised in breath balancing bliss
Moss sways in the flow
Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #416 – Breath
Sweet Fruit
Whoever reads my diary
Will get an incomplete story
Some confessions I shall not share
Secrets dropped upon the shore
For curious eyes to scrutinize
Unfavorable conclusions may derive
Sweet fruit hangs in this grove
The rotten goes to the grave
W3 Prompt #159: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, li’l ol’ David, prompts us to write a “Pararhyme Paradox” on “a theme of incompleteness, near-misses, or strained connection.”
Sleepy Heads
Raise your sleepy heads
Dormant grasses transform green
Showered in spring rains
Clouds part overnight
Sunbeams call to wildflowers
Raise your sleepy heads
Dew covered faces obey
New day eagerly greeted
TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 12, hosted by Melissa.
Gummy Worm
Not the biggest predator in this sea
One by one you’ll be consumed
Before she gets to me
The best saved for last
Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #320
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Soaring
To soar in flight
Pure delight
Enormous kite
Takes into the blue
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