
Warning!
“Do Not Approach,
Or Attempt To Talk To
Me Before Morning Coffee”
Cinquain
Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself

Warning!
“Do Not Approach,
Or Attempt To Talk To
Me Before Morning Coffee”
Cinquain
Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself

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

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

Robin Redbreast enters
Stands erect in the pin spot
Singing Spring’s sweet song
Haiku
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge Week #215 Prompt: Pin
#NaPoWriMo 2018—Off Prompt
(I chose not to use NaPoWriMo’s Prompt today and instead I used Haiku Horizons)

19th Century Student
“Oh had I known then
What I know now, I’d
Laughed, and not worried”
20th Century Student
“Oh had you known then
What I know now, you’d
Have not believed”
Syllabic Verse-Dialogue
Write out a list of all of your different layers of identity. For example, you might be a wife, a grandmother, a Philadelphian, a dental assistant, a rabid Phillies fan, a seamstress, retiree, agnostic, cancer survivor, etc.. These are all ways you could be described or lenses you could be viewed through. Now divide all of those things into lists of what makes you feel powerful and what makes you feel vulnerable. Now write a poem in which one of the identities from the first list contends or talks with an identity from the second list. This might turn out to be kind of a “heavy” exercise, emotionally, but I hope you will find the results enlightening

That silver cage that surrounded me
Had now become my closest friend.
I’d come to depend on it.
It was ready to support,
Always there for me.
How could I possibly
Decide to
Let it go
For a
Cane?
It had stood ready to help me in the night.
When I was alone it brought me comfort.
I did not have to worry,
It wouldnt let me fall again.
I was safe with it,
Yet, it held me back.
No! Fear held me!
So I took the
Cane and
Walked!
Double Reverse Etheree
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks. That could be a poem with very long lines, or very short lines. Or a poem that blends the two.

Filled with hungry faces
Campers park on city streets
72 hour caravan site
Life’s harsh reality shows
Recreation is just a word
Senryu
Many Cities and Towns are facing a growing number of Homeless RV’ers
Today, we challenge you to write a poem that is about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like “beauty” or “justice,” but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns.
Adjectives are fine too! Concrete details like those can draw the reader in and let them imagine the real world where your abstract ideal or feeling happen

The two Incognito
Silhouettes in the shade
Sharing common ground
Haiku

On thrones
In Pedi land
We sit like Queens
Pampered and polished toes
Twinkle.
Cinquain

Today
Lying in my path
A reminder of You
Twig cross created by the wind’s breath
Speaks loudly
Cinquain
Yesterday as I went out to get my mail it was windy and raining so I was walking with my hood up and head down, when I noticed what looked like a tiny beautiful cross lying in a pool of water on the blacktop. It was fashioned of two light colored twigs that apparently were blown by the wind to end up in that position. The way the light hit it it almost appeared to look golden. It stopped me in my tracks that’s for sure! As I pulled out my phone to snap a picture I thanked God for sending me this reminder on the day before Palm Sunday!
They “Took branches of palm trees, and went forth to meet him, and cried, Hosanna: Blessed is the King of Israel that cometh in the name of the Lord.” John 12:13 KJV