plowing through
the comment section again
harvesting grief
#DailyHaikuPrompt (plow) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
plowing through
the comment section again
harvesting grief
#DailyHaikuPrompt (plow) #senryu #3lines #micropoetry
vending machine
mocking my request
for a Snickers bar
#MastoPrompt
πππ
transit cruise
no sign of my Bonny
among the waves
#vss365
complete the haiga
Drawing by Josiah notmetaphor.com/
haiga # 141 @completethehaiga.bsky.social
waiting
for the Bohemian waxwings
winter wild berries
Taking a deep breath
Veneration. Vertigo.
For the heart is a rotating star.
Black veil. Be yourself. Beyond.
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A line drawing that could be viewed as a person with spirals scattered top to mid section. Alongside this image is a micro poem. making eyes⦠every chakra opening
#completethehaiga 141 #prompt #haiga #haiku #senryu art by @lessethereal.bsky.social
flip flopping into spring
#monoku #haiku
Thanks Maria. It started out longer :-)
Good luck!
nest egg
we set our sights upon
a bonny cottage
#vss365 #senryu
Truly delightful π€πΌβ¨οΈ
β’ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe β’
fox feast feather fall
life and death walk hand in hand
nature continues
#feathers #leaves #mindfulness #nature #glimmerings
This is a delight :-)
jdubqca.com/2015/03/01/b...
BACK IN THE SHACK
#poetry
<Mar-2015>
Thanks for the way you've shared this moment of noticing! :-)
in the dark kitchen
full of reflected rainlight
the bowl of my spoon
after the floodβ
one sandal
up in the tamarisk
#haiku #poetry
early spring
beating in harmony
butterfly wings
#vss365 #haiku
mixing up desert and dessert
sand in my ice cream sandwich
An ink shuc made of ice.
Other half had his wellies on so strode out into the water to make an inukshuk on a mini floating iceberg. β¨
Lovely
The photo shows a young white fallow deer circled by grasses and watched by a bird. The poem reads: sedge-ringed crow-guarded/ ivory untowered fawn:/ tapestry blessing
Photopoem shared 10th March 2026
The ocean is starting to read the poems she's been saving. β¨
Ice amidst still water.
The ocean waking up. β¨
Entry 4: #Poetry is a hungry thing. We create and consume it hot or cold. While writing this piece, my thoughts drifted to the pumpkin pie that Mama lost. It's important not to cool your pie on the porch when there's a murder watching. Sly crows.
1 more day left of my Curator's Choice #haiku. π₯§π¦ββ¬β¨οΈ
day-moon
faint thumb-print
on blue sky
#haiku
#haiku
sunrise streaks the sky
behind the still bare trees
watchful moon looks on
Todayβs prompt. Will be away today for hospital needles and then general gallivanting. I will return with crows. Later lovelies. β¨