Written for:  The Twiglets – “leaves on water”

sailing on the lake
like tiny gemstone boats
leaves on water

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Written for:  Haiku Horizons – “land”

storms play havoc
destruction and heartbreak
on land

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A Park

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1255 – City Park 
This month it’s all about Imagination Without Limits. Through only images we try to create Japanese poetry. And today I have a beautiful image (taken by myself) of the City Park just around the corner of my home.

city park 2

City Park (photo by Chèvrefeuille)

spring wind
reeds tremble
a frog jumps

© Chèvrefeuille (experimental haiku)

Here is my attempt:

cutting edge
bent toward lily pads

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My Style For A While

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub  Haibun Monday – “Why?”  (posted by hayesspencer)
“Today I want you all to write me a haibun about why you write the style of poetry you write. Not why you write poetry, but the why of your style. We all have a style that we write or a subject we seem to write about more consistently than others.

What I would like is a haibun about the why. AND I would like for you to write the haibun in non-classic style in your style of poetry. I don’t want a political rant, I want the why of your style. I don’t want a senryu, I want the why. Yes, this one is a bit hard. But I think you all can do it.

Optional: Post a snapshot of you, your dog, a leaf, anything. Haiku is a snapshot of a time in nature. Post a snapshot you took! Doesn’t matter if it relates to the haibun. Just share a little piece of you. Oh and have fun with this!

The Guys 2

Waiting for Company

Styles stop by on fire, for a time,
then leave a coal burning
for successor. A stream
of crowding thoughts flows
down the page as one.
Anger carries sarcasm
on its shoulders, sometimes rhyme.
Melancholy moods or moments
yearn in spreading sadness
across the page in a sonnet.
I often speak a thought aloud,
three steps ahead of what
I have just said. There is
no segue, except
in my hopscotching

a spring robin lights,
flutters heart of butterfly
on branch of maple

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Stacking Logs

Written for:  Poems of Garden Gnomes
“And so, this week marks another “end of Summer”.
But before we pay full homage to the Fall season, let us have one last fling – one last dance with this Summer.

I ask that you think of those moments, play your favorite summer song and dance (in poetic terms) in tribute to the last days of summer. And to keep you on point, include the idea of a “dance” and be use to include the word somewhere in your poem or title thereof. Summer goes so quickly, it seems. Give her one last go-around!”

In glow of September moon
two silhouettes dance
on cooled grains of sand
creating memories
like flickering orange
flames of a fireplace
that crackle in the face
of a white winter night.

(Come and join us gnomes in the garden, with Walt!)

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Fence of September

Written for:  Poems of Garden Gnomes
Form Friday – “Choka”

One of the most intricate Japanese Poetry forms is the Choka. Also referred to as a “Long Poem,” the Choka often tells a story. It does not rhyme, and offers a choice of syllabic form structure, as follows:

5 – 7 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7, etc.
5 – 7 – 5 – 5 – 7 – 5, etc.

spotted a red leaf
on this afternoon of heat.
water shimmered in sun’s rays
on September’s fence–
one side, hot weather lingers
on the other, cool breezes.
Sipping cold water,
moved under umbrella’s shade,
a glance across lake–red leaf

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Where Are The Candles?

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1253 – Thousand Candles

A Quote by Buddha:

[…] “Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases from being shared.” […]


silent steps –
one more candle illuminates
the old chapel
© Ese

Lighting one candle
with another candle–
spring evening
© Buson

© Chèvrefeuille (experimental haiku)

Here is my attempt:

the world has gone dark
much bitterness and hatred
where are the candles?

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Power Unleashed

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Weekend Mini-Challenge:  Juice
(posted by Brendan MacOdrum)
For this challenge, write a poem about power in your life and the world. Write about family or creativity or instinct, plugging in or playing unhooked, heavenly or earthly powers, the power of life or death, human powers versus nature’s, etc. Then come back here to the pond and find a lily pad to plug into and let ‘er rip. Visit other patrons of the pond and sample the hooch they’ve brewed. Extra points for keeping your poem mini (-ish, -esque, -mal, -finny, etc.).

He daydreams and nightdreams of her constantly
unable, unwilling to accept her death,
casualty of a hurricane–her destiny.
Mother nature did take her last breath,

leaving him in a vacuum, his insides
sucked dry as cracked earth in last year’s drought.
He knows he must mend his home without his bride.
The thought of touching her possessions brings out

a fear that he will surrender control.
Yet he desires a trinket, a keepsake
of the marvel they acquired soul to soul–
before nature supplanted love with ache.

He remembers how they felt so invincible.
Now, alone, he feels life is unbearable.

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Worrying Waters

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #317

Words:  forget, sucks, tub, no, tap, spray, swing, plague, imagine, word, thump, spry

Sitting in claw-foot tub, sucking
his thumb again–tap still running–
humming tunelessly. I imagined
he would get past the incident,
not ever forgetting, but at least able
to move on. He swings an arm,
swishing his fingers in the tepid
water, sending a spray up and over
the side. I shake my head, lean over
him without a word, turn off
the water. He thumps his hand against
the white porcelain, disapproval,
and anger flaring red in his sunken
cheeks. Weeks have passed. He remains
plagued. Day after day, vague,
and unseeing. All spryness has drained
from his body as did the blood
from hers.

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Twisted Bark

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1252 New Forest by Jackie Ley

New Forest

New Forest by Jackie Ley

faint purple
new forest

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

Here is my attempt:

from twisted bark
pink shoots
of life

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