Micro Poetry Month

solo journey (jisei)

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©Cllr’17

(troiku)

trace of autumn
wilting sunflower
lingers

trace of autumn
season closing in
darkness swells

wilting sunflower
falling to enrich
tomorrow’s garden

lingers
fading sun dips
to the other side

(tanka)

…on this muddy path
rich with fallen leaves
times remembered
walking solo on this journey
winter beckons

©Tournesol’17/11/30

Writing a Jisei for Micro Poetry Month #30  and Heeding Haiku for Chevrefeuille at MindLoveMiserysMenagerie has asked us to write free style chossing one of these prompts: sunflowers; lotus; new dawn; angels; clouds; raindrops; full circle; Fibonacci spiral

A Troiku is a new haiku form created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai

Daily Moments November 28 2017 – Carpe Diem (A Cherita)

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©Clr`17

 

(a cherita)

even the sky seizes

sun rays hold steady
on a pale blue backdrop

tiny icicles form
eyelashes melt in liquid blue
exhaling white clouds

©Tournesol’17/11/28

or the above moment in Waka:

even the sky seizes
on a pale blue backdrop
sun rays hold steady

tiny icicles form
melting in liquid blues
exhaling white clouds

©Tournesol’17/11/28

Written for Micro Poetry Month #28

Daily Moments November 28 2017 – Carpe Diem (A Cherita)

Random thoughts  ~ American Sentence Daily Moments #27

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(c) Clr’17

Saturday’s tears, hidden by Sunday morning snow, until tomorrow.

Listening to yesterday’s songs in Mom’s rocking chair, then she appears.

First snow, I’m a child again, laying on my back making snow angels.

If only the world was led by their hearts instead of their egos.

Written for Micro Poetry Month #27

sinners in red (Quadrille & senryu) Micro Poetry Month 25 & First Line Friday

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sinners in red Quadrille & senryu Micro Poetry Month 25

Below them,
the dark streets beckoned
with crimson light
men walking in secretly-
coming out with pure delight
inked red upon their lips

the townspeople knew all too well
the going’s on in this house of sin
lust seekers who’ll be going to hell.

who are you
to judge
casting the last stone?

we are all sinners
in the eyes of the Creator,
self-righteous one!

©Tournesol’17/11/25

At Micro Poetry Monteh #25, we are asked to write a quadrille, a poem of 44 words. I have included the First Line Friday from MindLoveMiserysMenagerie which you see in italics to form my quadrille.