Zest for new journeys

zest for new journeys

begins with seeding each day,

a verse, joyful thoughts

a verse, joyful thoughts

spread white wings on morning coast,

ready for new day 

ready for new day,

sun, wind, stormy days, grey clouds,

fly the horizon

fly the horizon

with keen eyes and eager hands, 

zest for new journeys

Posted for Haiku Heights:    Zest - My prompt for this challenge.

This is Day 30 of the National Poetry Writing Month.   Thank you to all my blogger friends and new friends at Haiku Heights for the wonderful comments and smiles.   

Picture credit:    Reena of Missing Moments

Sunflower

                                                                                  © Mama Zen Photography

yellow blooms

golden, vibrant spring,

dotted muse

~0~0

sunflowers 

make me forget the 

bitter wind

~0~

rays of sun

caught by spider's silk,   

spiral gems      

Posted for:   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads :   Mama Zen Photography
and Haiku Heights:  Sunflower.    This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month.

Clarity

serene lake

soothing weary eyes,

unturned page

~0~0

green eyed buds

lifting face to sky,

new spring day

~0~0

mountain air

calming ashen cheeks,

sunset view



Posted for Haiku Heights:   Clarity
shared with Haiku My Heart
This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month.


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Temptation

beautiful petals

blooming bright as golden sun, 

i linger to hold

~0~0

field of sunflowers

waving banners and drum beats, 

i linger to dance

~0~0

the back of her knees,

creamy as white magnolias,

i linger to touch 

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Temptation


This is part of the National Writing Poetry Month


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Melody

guitar strings

missing in the street,

broken note   

~0~0

piano keys

untuned, grating nails,

empty room

~0~0

child's laughter,

concert melody,

sounds of joy

Haiku Heights:   Melody 


This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month


picture credit:   here

Kismet

to hold on

or let go to fly,

choice, not fate 

~0~0

last two leaves 

cling to branch, waiting  

howling wind   

~0~0

black or white,

kismet rolls the dice,  

ride the wave 

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Kismet


This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month.


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Bliss

heads closer,

eyes closing in bliss,

simple joys 

~0~0

simple joys

sharing one journey,

a lifetime

~0~0

a lifetime

sunrise and sunset,   

move closer

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Bliss


This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month.


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Blush of Pink

white and pink petals

painting the sky in spring's blush,  

mesmerizing view

~0~0

verdant field

pink and white blossoms,  

new clothes:   spring

~0~0

your pink hands

dainty as a rose,

steals my heart

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Mesmerize

And One Single Impression:   Verdant

This is part of the National Writing Poetry Month.

Picture credit:   Reena from Missing Moments 

Still

still as wind,

tree murmurs softly,

last heartbeat

~0~0

he takes the clean brush

painting canvas full of life,

art, still his first love

~0~0

her black eyes

stilled his hopes for love,

white blossoms wilted

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Still
This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month

picture credit:  In Tandem by Jinksy

Serendipity

serendipity

is finding your old bike works,  

when your car breaks down

~0~0

regard your blessings

like smooth pearls of the necklace,

luck is in your hands   

~0~0

silver coins,

fruits of hard labor,

blessed day

Someone receives a promotion, gets an important assignment, makes a major discovery, or moves into the president's office. ''He's lucky,'' an envious person remarks. ''He gets the breaks; they're always in his favor.'' In reality, luck or the breaks of life had little or nothing to do with it. So-called ''luck'' usually is found at the exact point where preparation meets opportunity. For a time, an individual may get ahead by ''pull,'' but eventually someone with push will displace him. Success is not due to a fortuitous concourse of stars at our birth, but to a steady trail of sparks from the grindstone of hard work each day. Kenneth Hildebrand

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Serendipity  
and Haiku My Heart

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Honeybees

pink and white blossoms

turn into almonds by bees,

nature's gardener

~0~0

yellow honeybees
spreading joy in almond trees,

busy gardener

An estimated 1.3 million honey bee colonies nestled in almond orchards are primed to pollinate an estimated 740,000-plus acres of bearing tree blooms. It is an annual rite and picturesque sight in California agriculture and a major precursor to the success or failure of the almond crop.

The demand for honey bee colonies is larger than ever before. Bees are necessary to pollinate almond blossoms, and other crops including blueberries, cherries, and alfalfa seed. Bearing almond acreage in California has increased from 510,000 acres a decade ago to the current 740,000 acre level.

http://westernfarmpress.com/tree-nuts/bee-health-ongoing-almond-grower-beekeeper-challenge

Posted for Haiku Heights:   honeybees

This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month.
picture credit:   here

On life's blessings

each morning, 

I count my blessings:

sun, wind, night 

~0~0

ink from my black pen

rise like bubbles in my wine,

spicy tale of life       

~0~0

words cut out from page,

foam with salty bitterness,

birthing a novel

 ~0~0

each evening,

I count my blessings:

moon, stars,day

Posted for Haiku Heights  :   Alive

and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:    Effervescence 

Poetry form:   3-5-3 and 5-7-5 syllables

Aura

light halo

monk's face in prayer,

plum blooms fall

~0~0

aura of darkness

circles well in the desert,

vulture picks on bones

~0~0

spark of light

positive thoughts, seeds

bloom to sky

Posted for Haiku heights:   Aura

Haibun: Empty

She works in the far end cubicle away from laughter and noise.   

Lips pinched tight, arms crossed, she eats her lunch, 

either sandwich or beef patty, on her desk.      

She is cool to friendly gestures.  

No spontaneous embracing.  No hand contact either.   

Specially from men.   

~0~0

warmth of smile fading 

remembering hurtful words,

empty wooden box   

posted for Haiku Heights:   Warmth
and Flash Friday Fiction for G-man:   tell a story in 55 words.




Poetry form:   Haibun - combines the prose and haiku. 

Coherent

coherent thoughts rise

amidst spiralled rock garden,

gentle hush of leaves 

~0~0

broken lips

incoherent words,

grey luggage

~0~0

pen and paper lines 

black granite and white pebbles,
 zen inspired design 

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Coherent

This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month

Picture credit:    here

Possible

bulbs of spring

planted in winter, 

vase of blooms

~0~0

thirteen pink candles

endless possibilities,

graduation gown

~0~0

phrases, words,

painting floral verse,

book cover

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Possible
This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month.


picture credit:    Jinksy of In Tandem 

Seashore

conch shell on the shore

awaits waves from the ocean,

fishnets from boat falls  

~0~0

stones and shells

fill the crystal vase,  

empty shore

Posted for Haiku Heights:    Prompt is Seashore

This is part of National Poetry Writing Month.

Play

sounds of spring,

children playing ball,

blue jay chirps

~0~0

playing in the streets,

boys run with nets, chasing birds,

free as butterflies

~0~0

slave of war and hate,

he holds his gun close, dreaming

blue butterfly wings

Posted for Haiku Heights - Play.    This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month.  

Picture credit:   here

Forgive

turn a cheek

forgiving others,

bright lighthouse

~0~0

healing comes

forgiving ourselves,

open hands 

~0~0

He forgives

indifferent hearts,

gold sunrise

Posted for Haiku Heights - Forgive.   This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month.  I used the 3-5-3 syllabic count.

Picture credit:   here

Hope

hope is hand

holding flower, blown

careless wind 

~0~0

hope is pink seashell 

empty bed of gleaming pearls,

arms open to sea   

~0~0

my hands in prayer,
his last dying breath, grieving
I light a candle

Posted for Haiku Heights - Hope.   This is part of National Poetry Writing Month - Day 6.
Linked with Haiku My Heart  and Theme Thursday 

picture credit:    here