gibbous moon
a funnel of ash leaves
floats upward
in the silver night
a moment of sky
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©️2020 Ontheland
Haikai Challenge #158 – – harvest moon
(written a few nights before the October 1 harvest moon)
Tag: tanka
white dew – – tanka
white dew
in morning hush
a stem falls
how damp the wind
as days fade to night
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©️2020 Ontheland
after the rains
after the rains
a chirping sound
downstairs
I find a lone cricket
looking out the window
.
.
late summer
cavorting by the house
a cohort of crickets
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©️2020 Ontheland
broken washer – – tanka
broken washer
dripping jeans water
the parched earth . . .
by autumn new grass will be
the memorial
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©️2020 Ontheland
an odd flower – – tanka
an odd flower
on the mint
moves sideways . . .
a prayer
cloaked in illusion
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©️2020 Ontheland
under dark clouds – – tanka
under dark clouds
tornadoes touch down
Beirut explodes
a plane crashes in Kerala
and here I pause in summer rain
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©️2020 Ontheland
relentless – – tanka
relentless heat
moisture draining
from the vines
the gardener roams with
hope and a bucket
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©️2020 Ontheland
early – – tanka
an early hour
in the garden
before the wilting sun
the long day shrinks
cooling with the clink of ice
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©️2020 Ontheland
summer breeze – – tanka
summer breeze
rustling leaves
once mere buds . . .
a whisper of truth
on replay
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©️2020 Ontheland
silk moth – – haibun
The sliding door is open, letting in the cool breeze. I pull a cotton hoodie over my head and yawn into the silence…a time to write perhaps. The world is in an uproar about the virus, about racial oppression, violence, hate, fear, poverty, injustice … … and I am tired this morning, bruised from a fall in the garden and dulled by a list of things to do jamming inside my head.
silk moth
on the window screen
are you injured or
simply still
until you fly?
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©️2020 Ontheland
P.S. I believe my visitor was a Cecropia moth, a type of giant silk moth.
