Picture This

November Dawn
[haiku]

dampened sound

fog invading the morning

invisible hand

Picture This

I ran out the door this morning
hair still wet from my shower
coat collar cold and clammy
left shoulder in a Notre Dame hunch
from purse, brief case, camera, lunchbox
I paused on the top stoop
afraid to step
broken bones in my imagination
aching joints in fact
looking for a proper footing
I saw the sugar frosted grass
freckles of white on the roof of my car
clouds reflected in the windshield
sloe and heavy with snow
compressing my perception
I took a deep breath

Write a haiku based on the week’s theme.

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Foundations

Preparation

[haiku]

sunshine gold, flame red

leaves fall to nourish the earth

birthing rich black soil

In the Moment

[Allouette]

here I am in time

working out a rhyme

wishing for something sacred

ruing the mundane

making me insane

I should be thankful instead

there is such beauty

in daily duty

if I just take time to see

dishwater rainbows

fragrant dying rose

each small thing brings its own glee

[This form was presented by Blogging with Amanda. ] 

seraphim

wafting on the wind

skirring among stars

glances twinkling fine hairs

as if they really were watching

over the times

I should’ve died

yet lived

hearing voices

with diaphanous breath

like sheer lace curtains

of flickering light

wrapping warmly around me

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Write a haiku based on the week’s theme.

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One Stop - Quiet, It’s a Secret

He said lay back and you will enjoy this and her five year old body did even though she knew it was wrong because they were hiding and it was a secret and daddy didn’t come to rescue her and mommy said she knew she was doing something she shouldn’t but mommy didn’t make it stop and the years passed and there was no forgetting with lost memories only the incessant hum of filth and shame and constant fear and danger watching the shadows attack at the back while trust flew away from her the moment he took her hand and said come with me.

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