#Haikai Challenge #15

For Frank Tassone’s  Haikai Challenge:  #Haikai Challenge #15 (1/6/18): Winter Storm or Artic cold #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #renga #haiga. Also posted for Real Toads Tuesday Platform.


Three haiku for the challenge:

winter storm brings snow –
birds huddle on branches fluffed
against the arctic cold

arctic cold freezes
snow into sheet of ice –
prowling cat slips slides

putting seeds out –
the winter storm is so cold
birds don’t fly away

Muttering birds

My first posting ever for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55. I am spreading my wings a bit.  Friday 55 December 15 2017

Birds mutter among themselves
The angel that tops the tree
always has a serene and mindless
look upon her face –
she holds a candle in each hand
pure white wings boldly spread.
The birds that peck on the sill
look in at her in wonder –
How can she look like that
with the tree sticking out of her ass?

public domain image



Dreaming Corn

for Michael at Read Toads.  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.se/2017/07/get-listed-july.html    I am doing my first prompt for Real Toads using some of the words listed.

Dreaming Corn
rows of corn dream under
the peach ice cream moon.
crickets drone and birds sleep.
the sun begins to rise in shades
of raspberryorangelemon sherbet
and already at 6:00 a.m. it is 90 degrees
worth of heat. Birds begin to
sing, talking to one another
as they fling themselves to the blue sky
and back to the corn.
the stalks of corn form a cathedral
built of tall green towers
and music of rustling leaves.
birds tell each other of ants on this stalk,
crickets hiding under a fallen stalk
and flying bugs buzzing about.
ripening ears listen to the gossip.
the heat is a sweat of moist green.
until at dusk the birds discuss sleep
and slowly grow silent.
rows of corn dream under
the peach ice cream moon.

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille Monday

Today is Quadrille Monday at the virtual pub – dVerse Poets Pub. Come join us for a day of quadrilles – a poem of exactly 44 words, not counting the title, and using the word of the prompter. Today, the pubtender is Kim Russell and her word of choice is “ghost” (or ghosted, ghosting, etc).

Windblown Birds
the winter day was sunny and warm
as a day in late spring –
And oh, so windy!
Birds were tossed into the sky –
they fluttered like windblown ghosts –
and rippled like long chiffon scarves,
snapping back and forth like pennants

MTB – Humor

Today, Victoria has given us the wonderful prompt of writing something humorous.  To be honest, I’ve not been in a humorous frame for a couple of months.  I hope one of these fit the bill.   http://dversepoets.com/2015/10/22/seriously-thats-funny-dverse-meeting-the-bar/

free public domain image

free public domain image

I.  (senryu)
sparrows skate on ice
gobbling seeds – cat sneaks, spies, stalks –
leaps, slips – birds snicker.

II. (Bussokusekika poetic form)
high up in my tree
playing the violin and
watching fall at play –
leaves swirl birds chirp creek gurgles –
I saw notes trying my best
squirrel yells at me – silence!


夏空 Natsu sora – Summer Sky haiku

copyright kanzensakura

copyright kanzensakura

serene summer sky –
birds nap in hidden nests as
hawks drift overhead.

Orange Cat, Blue Birds – not a tanka

Orange cat, blue birds –
A drama of colors and
Fur and feathers,
Plays out daily. Sam Cat longs
To escape and wreak havoc.
Captured behind glass,
The Cat is a comedic
Display for the birds.
They tweet, hop about and tease.
How irksome! His whiskers twitch.

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