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.


Picture credit:  here

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


Picture credit:   here

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.


Picture credit:  here

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.


Picture credit:   here

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 

The obligation to have none

My daughter smiles
Her braces, with green and violet bands,
Remind me of my obligations 


My all-weather-car tires  
As I accelerate in my grocery run 
Remind me of my payments


My room of clothes, unpacked
My sink of dishes, unwashed
My tax papers, unfiled 


Awaiting duties and obligations, 
All crowd me to a zombie, half alive,   
Between pay days and installments


My son comes to me with a hot tea,
He is leaving soon to see his client,  
Another one needing his clear eyes and calm hands


He has found his answer while
Sleeping on the wooden floor, 
Rejecting urban myth for eastern thoughts;  


Completeness of self, not fullness of trivialities 


A simple life        



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics: Duty call

My son, upon graduating with a chemical engineering in college, decided he wanted to pursue a new career, a whole new life style.   He rejected the university route to get his license and a large student loan, to work at restaurants and health store to pursue Yoga Training.    He is also a vegetarian and lives a minimalist life.  This happened in the last year.   

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