
One day
God’s voice spoke,
And the morning stars sang.
The sons of God shouted for joy!
Creation!
Cinquain
“ When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy”… Job 38:7

One day
God’s voice spoke,
And the morning stars sang.
The sons of God shouted for joy!
Creation!
Cinquain
“ When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy”… Job 38:7

So much work just waitin to be done
But sometimes a girl is
Just gotta go have fun
Tiptoe thru tulips
And sit in the sun
Do something
Never done
Enjoy
Life
Nonet

Promise of fair weather
Apple blossoms and lilacs
May basket brimming
Haiku

Mind is meant to move
Stagancy must be removed
River keeps moving
Haiku
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge Week 218 Prompt: Move
Inspired by:

Breathing in so deeply
Scents of seaweed and crisp air
As gulls seranade
And ocean foam caresses
Sand covered toes
Sunset glistens like gold
Shimmering on waves
That meet rocks and waiting cheek
With a salty kiss goodnight
Choka
challenge is to write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear

Dove seranades
Jay Dances to his own tune
Morning bird watching
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge Week #217 Prompt: Tune
(Off Prompt)

Sakes! Can’t you see
Its always all about me!
Narcissus blooms first!
Lady Spring aptly chose me,
Her number one bud to be.
Tanka

The Cherries in bloom
Petals falling like snow
Oregon Springtime
Haiku
(Off Prompt)

Wanting and wasting are we
Living in a plastic worldly tent
Of high tech commodity
Wanting and wasting are we
Our waste destroying the sea
And littering our enviroment
Wanting and wasting are we
Living in a plastic worldly tent
Triolet
This poem is based on an “up-ended” meaning of this phrase: “waste not, want not”
This is actually a proverb which means:
if you use a commodity or resource carefully and without extravagance, you will never be in need.
This was one of my mom’s favorite sayings. She lived the the Great Depression. We would all do well to learn to do this nowadays.
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 13
we challenge you to write a poem in which the words or meaning of a familiar phrase get up-ended.of a familiar phrase get up-ended.

View and listen to
Daily live performances
From the patio
Life at Heritage Place offers peaceful activity.
The large green yard filled with trees and blooming bushes is a perfect stage for local wildlife to gather and perform daily.
Every morning I open my blinds to reveal some new activity outside my window.
Perhaps the pesky squirrel sits poised, picture perfect, holding a peanut that the generous neighbor upstairs tossed down from her deck. She enjoys Mr Squirrel’s antics on stage and applauds him by throwing nuts instead of flowers. I would much prefer she fed the birds instead.
The Matinee yesterday featured a rather large raven splashing in the Birdbath, happily washing away winter’s dust. As I drew near to capture a picture of him sitting there, feathers shining blue in the sun, he chose to fly away before the camera could focus.
My camera and I often have many such “Camera Shy” encounters with the backyard birds, especially the Collared Dove Family. They are a skittish sort. Oh, that they were they more willing to sit and pose as Mr Squirrel does.
Towards evening the stage fills with a symphony of birdsong in the trees. A chorus of Sparrows, Robins, Chickadees,Towhees, Jays, Ravens, and Crows entertain with the Dove headlining.
As the sun lowers to meet the earth, the blinds close once again on nature’s stage just a few footsteps away from my door and I give thanks to my Creator for another day of life.
Today, we’d like to challenge you specifically to write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun