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 

Summer

morning paints 

garden of tulips,

summer blooms

~0~0

bright tulips

dot fields of summer,

ice cream pops  

~0~0

yellow umbrella

seashore with noisy seagulls,

summer concierto 

Posted for Haiku Heights:   Summer


This is part of the National Poetry Writing Month


Picture credit:   Margaret Bednar

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

Planting rice

The water buffalo ambles beside her   

On rice fields, submerged with water

The sun burns her face lined with serenity

And arms more golden than corn ears

The paddies, she seeds with hands

Before sun rises until sunset mutes the land  

Child of the farm, daughter of the harvest,

She holds the seedlings, grains from sands

Her mother tells her she is blessed silk

By Gods, her skin neither pale like goat’s milk,

Nor dark like burnt mud sticking her soles; 
but brown, soft earth her hands sink into, her ilk

Nurture the seedlings to grow, filling bowls

Of family, whole community, including fowls,

Uniting her tribe with motherland, serenity

And prosperity, she plants rice, her soul

Posted for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Oral Tradition - The planting and harvesting of rice are part of my cultural heritage.  So many tales have been told and I have shared partly a verse about it.  

and D'verse Poets Pub:  Rubaiyat Quartrains - I just learned about this form this afternoon.   Let me know how I can improve this.   

Poetry form:  An Interlocking Rubáiyát is a Persian form where the subsequent stanza rhymes its 1st, 2nd, and 4th lines with the sound at the end of the 3rd line in the stanza (Rubá’íyah) before it. In this form, the 3rd line of the final stanza is also rhymed with the 3 rhymed lines in the first stanza. There is no maximum length but the minimum is three stanzas.

picture source:  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