“Kawasemi” is a traditional Japanese “kigo” (seasonal word) used in haiku. Find more information on kingfishers at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s prompt…
blue flash by river’s bend
image by Noel Marry
dagger pierces quicksilver
hunter’s stealthy eye
sleeping with spring
22 Feb 2017 1 Comment
a fragile beauty
29 Jan 2017 6 Comments
in tanka, Uncategorized Tags: blue, egg, robin, sky, wings
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s spring retreat theme is ” fragile beauty”.
sky blue robin’s egg
delicate avian life
beginning of wings
flight aborted, premature
my eggshell heart softly cracks
photo by lynn
true blue salute
11 Aug 2016 30 Comments
in story, Uncategorized Tags: blue, clouds, jet, navy, ocean, pilot
former navy pilot unpacks
fond memories of his days
ordered in pristine uniform,
life aboard aircraft carrier.
forever alert, he still scans
ocean-blue expanse of sky
beyond white-sand islands
of floating cumulous puffs.
reminisces one shining hour:
officer’s personal invitation
to test-flight new jet fighter,
before honorable discharge.
accelerate to pure freedom;
loop-de-loop clouds, swoop
between sapphire skies and
cerulean sea, defy gravitas.
reverie reverts, retiree points
up – “those clouds look innocent
yet pose real threat to pilots;
may harbor hail, wind shears.”
in worn-out lawn chair, he bird
watches as sleek indigo swallows
swiftly cruise from barn hangar
to sail into loyal-blue heavens.
photo: wiki commons
A memory my 82 yr. old father shared with me while staying at our house this summer and linking with dVerse poets OLN in response to De’s “blue” prompt.
tree is me
07 May 2014 11 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: blue, colorado, spruce, tree
Linked to: http://dversepoets.com/2014/05/06/tree-poetry/
firm,
rooted
in granite of
towering rockies,
standing tall as all
blue spruce kin
round mountain glen of
colorado columbine,
i stretch my limbs
to shake off loose needles
in cool alpine breeze.
i whisper my secrets
in blue shade as
eagle soars above
my shaggy crown into thin
blue canopy of sky
where ancient stars blaze,
and gazed down on my
ancestors who succumbed
to wild forest fires lit
by blue lightning;
those charred remains
fertilize my offspring
as evergreen generations of
conifers rise up, and up.
i show protective
mother love for shy
dark-eyed chipmunks
that dart under my skirts
and offer patient tolerance
to raucous mountain blue jays
who build messy nests in my arms,
glad
to be
alive.
