Failed Haiku Submissions

Rhonda Brown
1335 Montana Dr, Conway, AR 72034
@RhondaLBrown/Twitter blog

Thank you, Bryan and Kelly, for taking the time to read my submissions.  I have a couple of rather long submissions, but if there is just a verse or two within that poem you want to select, that is okay too. I included a bio. 

 BIO: Rhonda Bronte Brown is a retired counselor/teacher who lives in Arkansas. Her published poetry appears in Better Than Starbucks Journal, the Trouvaille Review, and Haiku Seed Journal in February and March 2022.

As an active SCBWI and Storyteller Academy member, she participates in local and online critique writing groups. Her educational degrees include a BS and Masters, and she is a National Board-Certified Teacher. She is a newcomer to the publishing world. Find her online at

1. Senryu /a renewed heart

Breath the sunlit air,
uproot weeds watered by tears,
stirred souls’ plant anew.

Rewritten as a Tanka- 31 syllables 
Tears flow
deep within                                                   
watering roots
of despair,                  
breathe the sunlit air-                                     
uproot weeds
nurtured by tears,  
stir the soul                
to start anew.                   

2. The Afghan Thirteen

The pulse is weak, 
life's vanishing vapor. 
Thanatos grinned when 
breathing ceased. 

Death's grim triumph- 
of the Afghan thirteen, 
fallen, betrayed, 
left behind. 

A country's demise 
at the hands of a few 
will not be forgotten. 
America's heart bleeds. 

Hope hurts, hope heals, 
shattering the grip of hate- 
past and present repeat. 

Short Version: The Afghan Thirteen by RL Brown 
Death's grim triumph-of the fallen thirteen, betrayed, left behind.
Our soldiers' demise at the hands of a few won't be forgotten.

3. A Mississippi Oak /family ties
Deep within my roots, generational stories intertwine.

4. Published in Better Than Starbuck, February 2022, p. 41 (Encapsulation of Life’s seasons)
Winter folds a tree into a counterfeit death gray boney, lifeless. 

5. Echo
Mountains of precipitous words echo constant reverberation.
Reach into the world of words to find perspicacity. 

6. Moons of March
(Spring Moon, Worm Moon, and Sugar Moon, Equinox, Morrowless day occurs on the fall and spring equinox, a perfect balance of light and dark.)
Sky looks down on earth,
with dark eyes of a new moon
winks at the spring night,

Seeds shed winter's shield
as roots stretch in fertile earth-
March howls for spring's warmth,

Foretokens of spring
damp fields of marsh marigolds,
hoverflies delight.

Loam stirs, breaking free-
muddling nightcrawlers rise
under the worm moon.

Sugar Moon nearby
sweet maples release their sap,
as March winds breathe change.

Terrestrial tides collide
rising high, but twice a year.
sun and moon poised,

a morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced.

7.  Spring's Aria 

Morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist, 
dawn's chorus begins. 
Antiphonal tweets, robins, warblers, blackbirds sing
dayspring's symphony. 
The woodland world wakes, feathers fluffed, nestlings listen, 
to their someday song. 
Blending choral notes, blackbirds add a mellow tone 
to twilight's day-song.
Chee-pippety-chee, chee-chee, 
Jenny wren joins in with a peppy note. 
A rainbow shimmers in the morning dew; 
colorful warblers echo a descant. 
An a cappella chorus singing a spring aria, 
as songbirds unite. 
“siiih, siiih" “chink chink chink," a sudden signature change, 
the sunrise song fades.
A blue jay's catcall signals a tail twitching taunt, 
kitty in the weeds.
The aria ends with the soft adagio 
from a mourning dove.
perch-coo, coo-COO-coo, coo-ah, coo-coo-coo

Short Version: 

Morning's first blush slips through the mizzling mist, 
dawn's chorus begins. 
Antiphonal tweets, robins, warblers, blackbirds sing 
dayspring's symphony.  
The woodland world wakes.  

8. The Dignity of Winter by R Bronte Brown (96)
Trouvaille Review, February 15, 2022 Publication

Wind rustles the leaves.
Trees shimmer, yawning deeply,

Autumn equinox
the balance of light and dark,
time juncture converts.

Turn your face eastward.
Fall moon on the horizon
blazing golden hues.

Extravagant colors!
A migratory bird's last song,
Light wanes for evening.

Winter grants Fall's wish
for an encore flower dance,
frost procrastinates.

Nature splendor yields
a harvest of abundance,
Thankfulness expressed.

Inner autumn calls,
time to embrace season’s change.
The wind howls for rest.

Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully

Winter’s dignity
lifeless trees' quiet strength
autumn seeds nestled deep-


Thank you so much. I hope some of these failed haikus meet your expectations. 

Sincerely yours,

Rhonda Brown

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