Crimson

mountain crevices      
under curtain of water,
crimson with secrets 


~0~0


fireworks in the sky 
crimson dust twirling, falling  
peacock feathers bright


~0~0


crimson sun fading
behind blue tinge waterfalls,
dust to dust we fall  

Posted for Haiku Heights - Prompt is crimson
and Haiku My Heart


We are currently staying overnight in Hilton Niagara Falls Hotel.   Our room has a fantastic view of Niagara Falls.   

Sevenling (Window)

the window opens to three things:
colour of the sky, trees on the horizon
and white pebbled ground 


the eye catches the morning palette on brick wall,   
smell of buttered pancakes and syrup, and
sealed envelope and file on mahogany table


the mood of the day has been made.


Posted for Imaginary Garden of Real Toads :   Sunday Photo's Challenge

Poetry form:  Sevenling - a poetry form of 7 lines.  The first three lines should contain an element of three - three connected or contrasting statements, or a list of three details, names or possibilities. This can take up all of the three lines or be contained anywhere within them. Then, lines four to six should similarly contain an element of three, connected directly or indirectly or not at all. The seventh line should act as a narrative summary or punchline or as an unusual juxtaposition. 

Picture credit:   Margaret Bednar of Art Happens 365
  

Tiptoe

orchestra waltzing

white belles tiptoe and dance, 

snowflakes whirling mad  

~0~0

the clock hand tiptoes

one minute before midnight ,

moonrise by the sea 

~0~0

snow threw a tantrum  

loud thunder and crashing sounds,

i held my tea cup  

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Prompt is Tiptoe
and Haiku My Heart


Poetry form:   Haiku and senryu forms -  3 lines of 17 syllables.

On being productive

the arm trembles
the hand falters

in a second, or a minute,
fear and doubt creeps in.

the ball slides off
you miss the shot
even before it leaves your hand.

this is what happens
if you don’t practice your craft
or play on a regular basis.

you lose your touch,
and sense of rhythm.


so
  write
          play
                compose
paint
       sing
            cook
                    doodle
                              draw

everyday if you can.

even a short 5 minute writing
or composing a sentence will lead
into a verse or story.

in  touch with your spirit,
you will be more productive than ever.

Posted for Theme Thursday:   Prompt is produce. 

I was listening to my male officemates talk about sports and an athlete missing the shots or not catching the ball.   No matter how good you are, if you missed a game or didn't play in the field for some time, your play will not be as good as when you are playing all the time.      

picture credit:   here 

Nightime

the quarter moon sighed softly,
watching children sleep deeply.
will he ever get to play
hide and seek with them all day ?


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the sun yawned, ready to fall      
after watching concert hall  
she didn't want to wake up late,
putting all in grumpy state !


0~0~


the stars are quiet tonight 
listening to sounds, so light
a wish, prayer, poet's words,
to sparkle long dreary roads !




Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads :   Tanaga poems
A tanaga is a short poem of four lines, each line seven syllables with a single rhyme. Today, other rhyme schemes are used, including freestyle rhyme, but for the purpose of this exercise, let's try to stick with couplets.

So, here's our form:

XXXXXXA
XXXXXXA
XXXXXXB
XXXXXXB

picture credit:   here

Tree of sunshine

yellow, bright as sun's cheeks 

was the color on the wall, 

until you smeared it cloudy gray

scrubbing, peeling it away 

i could not, in my blue winter coat

so i took a bulb of onion tears, 
and potted it with black manure       

the tree grew fragrant white blossoms,

lighting up my kitchen of shine  

bearing lemons, sweet and juicy  

spilling spring on my lap,  green  

curtains on my window, yellow

all through snow splattered days 

Posted for The Gooseberry Garden :   Theme is Spring, Colors, Trees, and New Lives 

If you are feeling the winter blues, plant a tree indoor.   Thanks for the visit ~

More information on : Meyer Lemon Fruit Trees 

Picture credit:   here  

Gem

the yellow shell move 
snail's pace towards the jewel 
shining on the edge  


meadow plain and bare, 
reward of a long journey
a gem in his eyes 


spirals of the sun,
quenching his wandering soul 
thirsty for the sky 






Posted for Haiku Heights:  Prompt is Gem
and One Single Impression:   Soul




picture credit:  here

Flower of love

blue purple flowers grew

in dark room, corner edge

towering ceiling with large heads,

stems slender with lily like blooms

roots clustered to bloom fertility,

strong healthy children,  a view  

she believed  

until one late summer, during a thunder

storm, she took pen, writing feverishly

faced with a choice, she chose

writing,

over having children     

Posted for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:   Write a flowery poem in an un-flowery 
way and Flash Fiction Friday - For the G-man.  Also shared with Poets United:   choices.



Facts about this flower:
Agapanthus is considered to be both a magical and a medicinal plant, and the plant of fertility and pregnancy. Xhosa women use the roots to make prenatal medicine, and they make a necklace using the roots that they wear as a charm to bring healthy, strong babies. The Zulu use agapanthus to treat heart disease, paralysis, coughs, colds, chest pains and tightness. It is also used with other plants in various medicines taken during pregnancy to ensure healthy children, or to augment or induce labor. It is also used as a love charm and by people afraid of thunderstorms, and to ward off thunder.

picture credit:   here

Wallpaper

the day looks inviting, 
spring bright and blooming
like pink magnolias and maple tree
by blue river way


unblemished by the winter cold,
gnawing the branches until the
leaves close their eyes, and 
flutter ash white to the ground 


untouched by the stormy wind,
cleaving the roots and tendrils into
barren dust, hibernating in
the womb of mother earth


sleeping deep, oblivious to
screeching of geese, scampering 
squirrels, singing of wrens  
i hear by the solitary window,


draped by grey curtain clouds,
hovering over the icy landscape
i gaze at thinning paper walls, lost


in magnolia petals and maple leaves   
    

Posted for:   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - OpenLinkNight- Monday 
and D'verse Poets Pub - Open Link Night - Tuesday starting at 3pm EST


It is winter in my side of the world.  Thanks for the visit.   


picture credit:   Ken Simm 

Dreamer

i soar up the sky
white is the colour of my dream
curled in ice crystal clouds


higher and bolder 
black is the ink of my pen
circling the open fields, beyond


my brown wingspan,  i touch
the wild azure, covering feathers
with gold dust and grains


star gazing, i sprawl 
across the page, river edge
in red, green and blue




Posted for Poetry Jam:   Color Your Life:  red, green and blue are primary colors
and Haiku Heights:  prompt is page - my suggestion for HH (aka Heaven)


picture credit:   here