Dusty road

heavy wooden cane

scrapping the red dusty bowl,

   louder than child's cries    

~0~0

she edges slowly

towards door of no return,

white windows open

Written for Few Miles Haiku Challenge 2012 for the month of February:   Day 3- Picture Prompt 

Mother earth

lemony summer     
planting rice stalks in rich soil, 
butterflies abound


~0~0


seeds in my small hands  
grow to tall and mighty trees,   
giants walking earth 


~0~0


black smoke and grey fumes
above the white cityline,
drooping sunflowers 

Written for Few Miles Haiku Challenge 2012 for the month of February:   Day 2- Mother 

picture credit:   here

Music

loud chirping of birds

rousing deep wintery sleep,

music of springtime

~0~0

soft laughter ringing

under sticky marshmallows,

music to my ears

Written for Haiku Heights:   Prompt is Music  
and Few Miles Haiku Challenge 2012 for the month of February:   Day 1- Any Topic

The city

the city of brown bricks
and asphalt paved walkways 


lies between the great river 
and the fields of red grapes


imposing with austere lines,
dust and smoke curl its brow 


glass and steel, gold and silver
crowns its hair glossy and urbane 


commuters traverse the lamposts
like busy sightless ants in a freeway 


but for the musician who plays
violin in crowded subway for coins,


whilst a pedestrian ambles 
along the edge of the trapeze wire,


i did not see, as the sun shaded    
the skyline in taupe and muted salmon 

Posted for :   Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:  Weekend Photo Challenge 

and D'verse Poets Pub:    Poetics - Undercurrents .   Writing about a city since I spend most of my time working in the big city.    

picture credit:   Daryl of Out and About in New York    

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 ?


~0~0


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