killing for sport (tanka – haiku)

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Spiders and frogs
threaten lives of flies buzzing
killing them dead
but only if hungry,
never killing for sport

killing for sport
cruel deeds of a species
such cruel human games

in gratitude (haiga)

summer bracken
the shape of the spots
on the resting fawn

wild rivers
the joy unfurls
in ferns
© Jane Reichhold

Photo credits: Tropical Collection – Denver Botanic Gardens

gift of rain
liberated leaves peacock
waving grace

fragile beauty
through leaves of ferns
I see the sun

torn ferns
I use their leaves like a fan
Ah! that coolness

Sadness (troiku)

(troiku)

alone by the tracks
train toots planned arrival
her dad never comes

alone by the tracks
despair hits her hard
left with not a care

train toots planned arrival
her long awaited father
cares not to show up

her dad never comes
broken promises fill her heart
grief her middle name.

Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie “Sadness”

briny beads (tan renga)

http://www.educationquizzes.com/library/Gardening/Ferns_and_Grasses/Ostrich-fern-C.jpg

When I saw this prompt and Jane Reichhold’s haiku referring to the shape of “wild rivers” and “ferns” I could not help but be right at my special spot by the river rapids and so I decided to add my thoughts in a Tan Renga. I hope that’s okay.

wild rivers
the joy unfurls
in ferns © Jane Reichhold

grief spills briny beads
white-water sweetens © Tournesol ’15

echoes of summer (haiku)

© Clr '15 — © Clr ’15 Chez Lanoue, Bromont, Québec

floral carnival,
swell of the willow drapes
nature’s secret

summer reels
giggling youngsters play leap-frog
mountains’ faint echo

Carpe Diem Summer Passing

HaikuHorizons Secret

Love thee (troiku)

I originally composed this troiku this morning with the thoughts of my walk through the thicket last week on my way to work. I had been mesmerized and filled with grace looking at the wild flowers and one sole tiny blue butterfly fluttering from one flower to the next.

A blogger, Brenda from Friendly Fairy Tales, suggested “Perhaps the butterfly was a messenger of love from an admirer. A reminder to love yourself and value even the steps that you take to get to work. The in-between time is the most magic and free. I used to love driving, it felt so free being in-between one place and another.”

However, when I got home tonight I took a little peak at Carpe Diem since I had not had time to look in the past three days and I noticed the Time Glass prompt, First Celebration and found my offering fitting for this prompt as well. Serenidipty hits again.

mazu iwae ume o kokoro no fuyu-gomeri

first celebrate
the flowers in your heart
confined in winter

grateful
first cherry blossom
in the moonlight