In response to On the Road—The Journey Begins:
May you walk with ease
along a well-marked path
May your load be light.
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When mantras hum
the road carries me
the journey and I
are one again.
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Suzanne is launching a new bi-weekly prompt series called ‘On the Road—Prompts for Haiku, Haibun and Haiku.’ The introductory post explains her vision:
We are all travelling some kind of road – the road of life – the road to the deep interior – the road to nowhere – the road to recovery – the road home … Our journeys can be physical and/or metaphorical; inner and outer.
On the Road prompts focus on various aspects of the journey. Two prompts are posted each week. One on Wednesday and the other on Saturday (Australian EST).
The prompts are offered as suggestions for haiku, haibun and haiga.
The first prompt is an old Irish blessing “May the Road Rise up to Meet You”. My first response is a haiku and the second is a tanka. After I wrote it I realized that a tanka may be outside the scope of this challenge…that remains to be clarified.
The sign is there but we miss it,
drive right by in oblivion,
not in defiance, just not seeing
caught in a daydream,
a fantasy or making plans
until reality looms and
our mind flashes back
to the yellow diamond sign
yelling “Dead End”!
Today’s dVerse poetics prompt is from Mish: “Today I’d like you to choose a sign as a visual prompt. Let it speak to you metaphorically or as an allegory.” My response is a 44-word quadrille and the edited photo is from Pixabay.
we studied pistils and stamens
not plants in our lives:
that black and green pepper are not related
that peppermint and catnip are mints
that pepper squash is indigenous to North America
that a peck of pickled peppers will last a year.
A response to Kim’s invitation to write a quadrille including ‘pepper’ for dVerse Quadrille Monday, held every second week. The challenge is to use the theme word in a poem exactly 44 words long.
Much to see this early morn, driving west to Napanee–
Bright goldfinches swift in flight, a rare and sweet delight.
Then our local resting cows—gathered close when we drive by.
Fertile fields, green lines sprouting, neat cornrows straight and winding.
White seed fluff drifts high and low, ending their grand growth cycle.
Wide open windows, fresh air flows, until trucks lift clouds of dust.
By the road a school bus loads, then a group packing for a trip.
Rattling down our last road home, we dodge manure and deep potholes.
Home at last, a huge relief, now we can go back to bed.
Bees love bugloss blue
snakes do not–they say
it’s a remedy
for their venom, still
Viper’s bugloss could
be their cousin—look
how its red stamens
flicker and feel the
bristle-sting of its
round thick stem and the
leaves, rough and pointed
like long sharp teeth or
oxen tongue. It’s a
witch’s sword in a
ready to brandish
‘Bugloss’ has Greek origins meaning ox’s tongue. The flowers have five petals, five sepals and five stamens.
In a tangled meadow
vetch and tall grass climb,
berry runners creep below and
hawk-weed eyes scan sunlit skies
while thorn-brush stems bear
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Lavender-lilac blossoms of spring
lighten my spirit,
perched on slender scapes,
savory aroma of onion wafts,
while rabbit noses turn to sweeter fare,
behind my garden fence.
Each chive blossom is a cluster of 10 to 30 star-shaped florets. A couple of florets are visible in this close-up: