A haiku first linethe mix of seasons and lifeeach year on repeatspring summer fall and wintersymbols count as syllables And my husband’s: Contrails, lanes, words, ageposition, series, brands atrisk, lines mixed give course
Category: Ronovan Writes
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #358
Rapid on the wingWheeling and plunging for bugsFive purple martins And my husband’s contribution: Rivers, life have choicesRapids then plunge or ratherPlunge then rapid, choose… But I like what he wrote first: Rivers like life areRapid then plungePlunge then rapid
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #357 and #356, because I was a slacker last week
high and tight haircutbarber’s memory refreshedthose old air force days Monday morning runthe endorphins will refresha natural high #356: Every April red breasted grosbeaks stop at our feeder in Jackson, TN during their migration north. My high school friend living in Elmira, NY posted pictures on Facebook of her first sighting of grosbeaks at her […]
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #355
Cicadas are waaay ugly bugs that emerge out of the ground every 13 or 17 years. The males climb on trees, cling to the bark and make a LOUD buzzing noise to attract the females. Honestly, the word buzzing does not really cut it. Jackhammer may be more appropriate. Here in Tennessee July and August […]
Ronovan Writes Haiku Poetry Prompt #354
Monday mourn-ing dovethe first form at the feeder6:15 sunrise a link to his site: https://ronovanwrites.com/ And my husband’s entry: Must stay true to formStocks, Crypto, Las Vegas betLess you want to mourn
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt # 353
Trying to make a left hand turn out of the Kroger parking lot Ron called a man driving slow an asshole. I said, “Don’t say that. He’s someone’s grandpa.” “He’s not a grandpa.”—–turning—–“Okay. Well. I’m sorry.” How swift to condemnBranch out past your parking lotEven for grandpa No tree branch for usWe can nest in […]
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #352
Yep, it is springtimeMy husband has the sneezesMy cat, the fleases Springtime peace untilmy neighbor sneezes so loudeven the fleas jump Something that you feel will find its own form Jack Kerouac Midnight peculiarWhat you feel will find its formDoes a flea sneeze? A link to the challenge: https://ronovanwrites.com/
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #351
a seismic tremorhelps predict an eruptionthere is no comfort the smell of sulfurmagma waiting to eruptnever comfort here Kilauea eruptsGoddess Pele is angryComfort is a dream Here is a link to Ronovan’s challenge:https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/03/29/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-351-comfort-and-erupt
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt # 350
Hushed melancholyA robin’s far off chirpThe weekend’s twilight That spring time chorusChitter, chatter, chirp and cheepEven past twilight
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #349
The dahlia does notdrop its soft purple petalsthey turn to crisp bronze One Monday momentafter the wren’s crisp scoldinga sparrow’s soft song I am late posting this week, because we had no internet or cable: Internet is downIs anybody out there?A mockingbird gloatsIt has become crisp and clearI am soft and dependent Here’s a link […]
