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surf kisses
shimmering pebbles,
shore bird sips.
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Usually my images come from immediate experience, but contemplating ‘kiss’ and ‘taste’ for Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge, I imagined a beach scene—a pleasant place to go on a winter’s evening after an hour of clearing snow.
Gold glitter,
velvet ribbon boughs,
sing Christmas.
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Gold jingles ring out,
in arid air of commerce
they sing: ‘Come and buy’.
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In response to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #125: ‘gold’ and ‘sing’
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Waiting for winter,
red rudbeckia linger,
last moon fast fading,
dare I dream a wonderland,
crystals dazzling sunny skies?
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In response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge #124: dream & dare
November gusts sigh
and moan as falling voices
crumple in defeat
ancient bellows breathe in time,
fresh sparks ignite, light the sky.
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A tanka poem in response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge #123: ‘breathe’ and ‘new’ (fresh)
Last shred of power
an “X” recorded with care
determines the race.
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In response to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #122: power & race. Being a Canadian, seeing this prompt I thought “I think I’ll hibernate and wait for the results”. However I couldn’t look away. My thoughts are with you my southern friends.
Soft-brushed cloud petals,
evening silhouettes glide,
my yearning heart flies.
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My haiku is in response to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #120: heart & petals.
Writer on trial
finds a doorway to meaning—
linguistic reward.
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A response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge #118: reward & trial.
Wing rush—morning chill
Rugged summit crowned with blue
jays play—summer’s end.
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The prompt words offered by Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #117—lark (play) & rush— are full of possible meanings. After a few jottings my mind came around to these recent images.
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Color on sidewalks
Blazing leaves toasting the sky
Remind me of home
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Ah! a moment of nostalgia. I live only a few hundred kilometers away from my former adult home (Toronto) and my childhood home (Ottawa), but the trees are different here—mostly evergreens—not the leafy types that display red, orange, and yellow in the fall. I do miss walking out the door and seeing autumn colors. Here I am surrounded by green and brown spruce—no colors unless I go for a drive on the highway where my eyes can feast on blazing landscapes.
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In response to Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge #116: home & leaves.
Sunshine with no clouds—
Eternal day with no night,
no shades nor shadows—
Life unadorned by nuance,
lulled by blinding tedium.
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This tanka poem is my response to Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge #115: Clouds & Sunshine.
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