off-beat circadian rhythm

 

waking teenage boy

in morning proves real challenge

he’s wired to sleep sound

after three alarms buzz on

you will find him still snoozing

 

“What time did you go to bed?”  is my first question 🙂  Join Elsie’s weekly tanka challenge at Ramblings of a Writer.

A rock solid Q

“Q” for quadrille at dVerse Poets and “Q” for queue as in a line up of rocks.

 

Rock & Roll

Rosetta Stone

Rock of Gibraltar

Stonehenge

Ayers Rock

Easter Island

Rocky I & II

Blarney Stone

Plymouth Rock

The Sphinx

Rock-a-bye Baby

Rolling Stone

Hope Diamond

Rocky & Bullwinkle

 

“On Christ the solid Rock I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.”

loud rowdy blues

Linking to Eliot Dybden’s Shadorma November at Along the Interstice. A shadorma has six lines with no rhyme or meter, except for a syllable structure of 3/5/3/3/7/5.

 

bluejay punks

images

public domain

nab spilt corn kernels

feathered flash

raucous caws

gather together in grove

living thanksgiving

 

love to die for?

The forbidden love between the lowly Ferhad and the princess Shirin is an old Persian love story. Ferhad killed himself in the desert when he was tricked into believing that Shirin was dead. Hearing of Ferhad’s death, Sherin then killed herself because she could not live without him. Subsequently the two were buried together.  It’s similar to the Shakespearian tragedy of Romeo and Juliet.

(information and image taken from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai)

love story

 

~ fateful attraction ~

when lovers choose death writes our

tragic love stories;

heartbroken readers wishing

romance had better ending!

 

 

 

swoosh of the fukuroo

Join Victoria at dVerse Poets for this week’s haibun prompt: Who? Who? Fukuroo!


 

Late one winter afternoon, I strap on snowshoes, grab my poles and make tracks in powder. The dusky sky glows pale pink as I shush into deep silence. Spruces dusted with fresh snow, wear skirts of blue-hued drifts and beckon me to maneuver their folds. I am tramping a wonderland beneath thin-fingered canopy of ash tree silhouettes. Startled, I flinch as a heavy winged shadow glides closely overhead with a swish-sh-sh of displaced air. An owl swoops low before sweeping onto a bare upper branch fifty yards ahead. I approach cautiously as owl’s head swivels toward me. Notice the unmistakable tufts like ears…it’s the great-horned fukuroo of my dreams!

 

listen, owl’s hooting

images

free stock image

heard often yet rarely seen

great-horned fukuroo!

sunflower power

Joining Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s weekend challenge on sunflower theme.  I wrote the prose, followed by a haiku from our host!


IMG_4639

wild sunflower – photo by lynn

 

The sight of sunflowers warms my heart, although my farmer hubby says they’re a weed. I remember as a child planting a few sunflowers in the backyard on east side of detached garage. The plants grow faster than children and their sunny faces exude happiness bright as summer sun. When autumn comes, their smiles fade, petals dry, and seeds mature. Oh, what a joyous feast for the birds! Sparrows flutter and cling to droopy head to peck tasty seeds. We let them eat the raw seeds as we prefer the roasted, salted variety. Dad would have a bag along to ball games or car races where we’d leave striped shells scattered under the bleachers; shells sucked dry of salt until the tips of our tongues went numb. On vacation, I still thrill at roadside sightings of expansive fields of sunflowers; their golden heads tipped toward the sun. On my walks, spotting more diminutive wild versions in the ditches (NOT our fields) brings a smile to my face.

 

blooming sunflowers
reaching for the early light of the sun –
birds praise their Creator
© Chèvrefeuille

above & beyond

Lillian at dVerse Poets invites us to “look up” and marvel at pictures from Hubble Space Telescope…

Artist's concept of exoplanet orbiting Fomalhaut

Credit: ESA, NASA and L. Calçada (ESO); ESA/Hubble

 

You, who spins
planets in place
calls stars by name
speaks light into
hot existence

You, whose wisdom
births bright galaxies
weighs gravity’s laws
measures our time
expands space

You alone are
worthy of worship

we, who spin
on watery planet
stare at your stars
depend on light
of dying sun

we, whose
understanding
reflects your image
yet live limited by
gravity, time, space

we bow in awe at
Your cosmic beauty!

 

 

rode the mother road

Joining dVerse poets with quadrille #44 for “kicks” tonight 🙂  A “quadrille” is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including title…I counted hyphenated words as 2.

 

since nineteen

twenty-six, midway

thru roarin’ twenties,

classic car aficionados

cooly cruised or raced

rip-roarin’ midway

across america’s past,

passed, and passing

drive-ins, diners,

and wigwam motels

motoring along

singing a song

wheeling to

get their kicks

on route sixty-six!

 

 

 

 

 

mi quintilla

 

dia de los muertos

fiesta de los cuerpos

la dulce vida

vaya rapida

!alabanza!  porque días son cortos

el-dia-de-los-muertos-234243_960_720

free image – pixabay

will you play?

Response to Elsie’s tanka challenge using: prepare & surprises

 

games prepare children

for life’s odd wins and losses

Candyland delight

anticipate surprises

outcomes are all in the cards

 

images

(free clip art)

reaching new heights

 

 

mastery of self

discipline offers freedom

on winds of conquest

 

 

 

 

Inspiration from music featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

 

 

 

secret well of life

 

empty of myself

my energy depleted

fill my cup again

i thirst for living water

IMG_0725.JPG

photo by lynn

only you can satisfy

 

 

Previous Older Entries