Eek! Ouch! No!Hands, ankles and toes, oh my!Sharp puppy teeth bite Biting all the cordsTeething on the furnitureAren’t I just so cute Link: https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/02/08/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-344-bite-and-teeth/#respond
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Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #343
Bare puppy bellygurgles with ‘play with me’ dreamsso full of kibble A link to the challenge:https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/02/01/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-343-bare-and-full/#comments
January Squares and Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Prompt #342
Rough air and angelsAnticipate turbulenceTowing the season Rough Air It does not rain in spaceThere is space between the rainWhere angels flyTowing dreams tetheredBehind their wingsAerial advertising withAcrobatic towplanes toting aBanner over the beach Anticipate turbulenceRough air ChopA little shaking lets you know you’re aliveMaybe the wings snap offWhere are the angels now?Make sure your […]
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #341
January skythe cloud cover as sky frostcold glint of science
January Squares and Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge # 339
Each growing seasonThe sun as adored nannyTending to children Here are links to both challenges:
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #336
Monday harmonyThe mocking madrigalStreetlight sanity And my husband participated, too: Cleo and the deckMadness and saneness all oneOpen the door please
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #334
Monday morning runSlippery roads and windchillEven grace is frozen or Red-winged blackbird slipsa confident conk-la-reeMonday morning grace
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #333
Wintering overBlue jay or blue gill- life viewWintering under When you cross the streetRemember to look both waysHer tiny hand holding mineLife is dangerousSeasons stream like serenades
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt # 332
Purple yoga matNubby help for ebb and flowPeaceful warrior or Purple yoga matNubby help for ebb and flowCat hair optional
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt #330
Each a tiny mythAshes fall as fire snowflakesSummer’s scent gone cold A cold openThis November unrehearsedThe script falls short
