Wake up with a song on your lips like the morning bird. Rather than saying all we have to ourselves is a new day , sing we have a new day all to ourselves. Everything is either taken or given.
Haiku for the Ronovan weekly prompt mess and intense, almost hanging from the edge of a hectic week.
blackbird dawn chorus
quiets the inner chaos
launches fresh fervor
Have a freshly baked week. Stay healthy and smile through!
Winter is setting in slowly, almost parallel to an unending monsoon. The sky still going grey and breaking into drizzles. Last few seasons were a lot less rain than usual. The sky seems to be pouring down all its pent up anecdotes to the earth. This means well into winter the showers are still prompting rain haiku. One for the persistent storyteller!
grey heart sky breaks down
leaves me a thousand squares
asking to be read
November closes with one of the most heartwarming rain stories. Read, reflect and reminisce!
A haiku for the water child gurgling her way to who knows where. Not a wink of sleep for the green guardians.
green hills sleep in peace
little child of the valley
whereto you amble
This haiku for the weekly Ronovan prompt- ‘peak and valley’
May your joy rise from the valley and may the peaks echo your laughter! Have a great week ahead 🙂
How do we practice without preaching? In the sleepless and tireless world of nature, love and care are practised in gracious silence. Nature schools us in the most unique way!
morning sun softens
on tender green leaves
nature practises
This is for Ronovan weekly haiku prompt- nurture and nature.
Have a nurturing week ahead 🙂
may there burn a lamp
where shall meet the serpentines
my heaven and hell
What matters in the end is the baggage we carry while coursing along the many twists and turns. We are strapped to a ride, blindfolded by our own vices, led by our own virtue. May the light be kind upon us.
My haiku for https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/10/28/haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge/
the water diaries
rise and fall of ocean mist
metamorphosis
I am attempting a haiku challenge for the first time! Look forward to try out more of these interesting prompts going forward. Thanks to Ronovan writes 🙂
All gratitude for the thought provoking picture.
Do try out the challenge by clicking https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/10/21/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-276-smokewater/
born to rule the sky
not all clouds go down raining
some wear silver crowns
There’s still hope! It’s been rather cruel rainy season this year around. It’s a relief to think of it as a silver lining if some clouds wouldn’t rain.
Clouds could be storytellers too. Reading the snowy puffs as they enact a fairytale in the sky.
riding a white horse
he plunged into the ocean
the stories clouds write
may the stars litter
our paths with glittering dust
life on the threshold
When we lose someone very dear, to death, our minds linger around the futility of it all. The struggle to make it big, the continuous battles with self and with the world, everything comes to a grinding halt. Loved ones who were part of the struggle are left with a vacuum to deal with. It’s a different truth that life throws challenges at us as if we were dart boards, and sooner than later the vacuum fills up. While our loved ones travel up there and become stars, we spread our arms for the stardust. That’s how the dear souls bless us.
Time heals everything. But it’s also true that some wounds leave scars. That nobody has life custom made helps the healing process. Life moves on and it ought to.
Looks like haikus have me hooked for a while, so much so that I had to create a pond for them. Until the splashes last let me soak my fingers.
reading the daylight
a bookworm in sepia
sparrow bird ethics
Known to be a joyous bird often seen working hard in teams. The simple sparrow has its own moments of reflection and recreation. Seems like it’s having a ‘me’ time trying to read the fortune the day’s weather may bring.
she drifts with such ease
moored to the mercurial
the greenwood lover
How nature pairs up the wavering and the unwavering! Each not intimidated by the other’s conflicting personality. Instead there’s a graceful acceptance and peaceful co existence.
Midas leaves no tree
turned to gold they wait the spring
sages of the woods
It’s autumn again. Midas lingers in the woods touching the green sages in penance.
Looking to the sky, rooted deeply in the earth for ages, I wonder what truth they seek!
If a boon they must ask, it must be to be born a tree again.
To look upon them as pious is how we can revere the noble souls for all that they give us. While fall is all a burst of colors to the worldly eye, there must be more to it. Losing is winning is what trees try to teach us. Every year autumn anoints them in gold perhaps to test their resolve. Politely returned all the wealth surrenders by their feet. The onus now is upon the spring to breathe green into the leaves. And when it does trees are all smiles again!
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