the valley hidden we laugh as we reach the peak denying our fate Thanks for the inspiration to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
smoke on the water riffing on a new guitar teenage fantasy ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This prompt immediately brought me back to middle school when every aspiring teenage rock band played this song. Aaah the memories of being at dances in my seventh grade gym listening to a group of eight-grade boys rock this tune. Smoke on the… Continue reading when dreams were purple
the whole of knowledge cannot fill the empty void if empathy dies Thanks for the double inspiration to Ronovan Writes and WOTD.
burning with fever sweet dreams spin into nightmares raging in the light Today's haiku was inspired by our current situation, the Global Climate Strike, and one of my favorites - Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge. Our words are fever and fierce (for which I subbed in raging). Listen to the scientists and the kids!
feeling gratitude for harmonic convergence and tranquil echoes In the current world context in which everything SUCKS, I’m trying to practice gratitude. I’m not very good at it! Thanks to Sue and Ronovan for (at least) reminding me to try! Sue's Write Photo Challenge Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge
whispering, we cross a falsely drawn line twisting tales of old Thanks for the inspiration to Ronovan Writes. Our challenge: create a haiku using the words twisted and cross. I think of this haiku as my short ode to my favorite worst treaty--the Treaty of Guadalupe Hildalgo. "no human is illegal"
soft pink and luscious as plump as two baby pigs home from the market Thanks for the inspiration! Today's challenge words are luscious and plump. Check out Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge for details.
Capture the moment: The calm between the beats bestows beauty too Working on appreciating the "now." Thanks for the inspiration. Written for the Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge. Our words were quiet (for which I substituted "calm") and beauty.
Awaiting their time To spread their wings and take flight The dashing pair sleep This buggy haiku was inspired by seeing these rascals (pictured above) firmly stuck to the side of a building last night while walking home from dinner. Social media posting help me identify them as dasychira meridionalis. Honestly I’m still creeped out… Continue reading Don’t Call Me Daisy
taste my bleeding heart its sweetness drowned in fury battered by the fight In the words of the fabulous Dixie Chicks I'm Not Ready to Make Nice so (try as I might) not even the word prompts of sweet/heart could quell my rage. But thanks for trying Ronovan Writes.