Poetry, Free Verse, Haiku, Metered Rhyme

A Haiku is a 17-syllable verse that captures an image or moment that touches the heart when the reader grasps its meaning.

Fairytale Fishin’

No buckets, no boats, 
And no carrying large totes,
Just Grandpa and me. 

A pole in each hand
Grasshoppers by the pond bank.
Gramps catches our bait.

A nibble, a tug.
Feel the line, ignore the bug-
Wait-then jerk the hook-

A flip-flopping, splash, 
reeling in a big fat bass. 

(Excerpt from a Kid’s Tale 
by RL Brown)

Congratulations! Your poem "Fairytale Fishin'"was selected to be a part of the 2022/23 Conway Public Poetry Project installations. In the coming months, we will be working with the City of Conway to install these poems in various locations around the community.

We are also working on a booklet that will contain the poems, their locations, and information about each poet
Trouvaille Review, March 23, 2022 Publication 
The Hummingbird
Swiftest things that run the world,
Hums and beats, their wings unfurled.
Hummingbirds need constant fuel.
Brilliant blooms attract this jewel.
Forward, backward, upside down.
These dashing fliers zip around.
Golden flowers brilliant blooms
Entice birds with shiny plumes.
Blazing Star to Geranium,
Coral Bells to Delphinium.
Flower meadows, patchwork plots,
Scattered seeds in local lots. 

Thank you for submitting to Trouvaille Review. We are excited to let you know that "The Hummingbird" has been selected for publication. Congratulations! We will add your poem along with your bio to our website on March 23rd at 8:00 A.M. CST. 
Haiku: by R Bronte Brown

Winter folds a tree- 
into a counterfeit death 
gray, boney, lifeless.

Better than Starbucks, February 2022 Publication
Haiku Seed Journal
Featuring these wonderful #haiku for the #HaikuSeed "winter" 

Spring buds pop their heads, 
February trickery,
Winter snaps, not yet!

#HaikuSeed / 24 Feb, 2022


A Pastoral Cacophony/Haibun

Published in Better Than Starbucks Journal
November 2022

As morning’s first blush slips through the mizzling mist, dawn’s chorus begins. The woodland world wakes, nestlings fluff their feathers, squish together and listen to their twitter song.

Blackbirds sing a low mellow tone blending choral notes to a dayspring chant. Red-breasted robins' antiphonal tweets twitter back and forth. A cool zephyr breezes through the budding trees, and a hermit thrush adds a rhythmic woodwind harmony.

Chee-pippety-chee-chee, Jenny wren joins in with a light peppy lilt, stepping up the beat. Colorful warblers echo a descant as tiny rainbows shimmer in twilight’s dew. A cappella chorus in one voice sings a spring aria.

A blue jay’s catcall

signals a tail twitching taunt,

kitty in the weeds.

Rhonda Bronte Brown is a retired counselor/teacher who lives in Arkansas. She was published in Better Than Starbucks, the Trouvaille Review, and Haiku Seed Journal in February and March 2022. She also writes children’s books. Find her online at https://brontebrown2.com.
Trouvaille Review, February 15, 2022 Publication

The Dignity of Winter by R Bronte Brown 

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-

From Bronte Brown:
morning’s blush
slips through
the mizzling mist

The Haiku Pond 🍃

Aug 13
You can listen on your favorite podcast app or here: http://anthonynanfito.com/2022/08/14/a-waterfalls-purpose/
The Mountain Echoes

Precipitous words
Constant reverberation-
The mountain echoes. Antiphonal echoes.

Picturesque shapes
Lurking among the shadows
Craggy Contours

Reach into the world of words,
to find clear insight.

Mountain / #HaikuSeed / Daily Haiku Prompt Submission February 18, 2022

Summer soybean fields
Winter conifer forests 
Fall, hide from hunters 
Spring birthing, a fawn
Moons of March

Sky looks down on earth
with the dark eye of new moon,
spring winks at the stars. (Haiku Journal submission March 26 2022)

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

Loam stirs, breaking free-
muddling nightcrawlers rise
under the worm moon. (THF Monthly Kukai — March 2022 submission)

Signs of spring appear
Marsh marigolds in damp fields,
Hooverflies delight

Sugar Moon shines down-
sweet maples release 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. 

The Haiku is a 
seventeen syllable-verse, 
layered with meaning.
Depicting moments
in nature filled with simple
wonderment and awe.  

Misty Moisty Mizzling
Wintry winds whistling
Slinging sleet. February 24

#HaikuSeed / 24 Feb, 2022
One misty mosity mizzling morning, 
wintry winds whistling warnings, 
slinging sleet-

(wintry whistling a windborne warnings, 
of a spindrift slinging sleet-(WIP))
Whiptail Journal Submission ONLY - January 2022 - The Bird Issue!

1. On gradient winds, 
Eagles hitch a ride,
matching a clarion call. 

2. A trim crimson comb 
proud strut, surefooted, perched high,
Calls to wake the world

3. Cold, still, frosty white
frozen creeks, icicles drip.
Cardinals drink mid-stream. (swoop)

4. January sky, 
a pair of fair-weather crows
fly its clear blue sheer.
one line:
Fair weathered wings and clear blue sheer. 

5. Twitters, humming beats,
dashing fliers zip around, 
swiftest wings, unfurled.
one line: 
Hums and beats, swift unfurled wings
rudbeckia titters 
roots stretching in fertile dirt,
pollinizers play.  

dainty wings unfurled,
Diana Fritillary-
dances atop blooms.

submissions Haiku Dialogue/Troutswirl May 4 2022 art of flowers. 
Fishin' Day with Gramps

by RL Brown

Fairytale fishing –
there is no need for wishing 
when Gramps comes along,

no buckets, no boats, 
no carrying large totes, 
just Gramps, Chico and me. 

A pole in each hand,
Crickets hide by the pond bank,
Gramps catches the bait. 

A nibble, a tug- 
feel the line, ignore the bug.
Wait, now jerk the hook. 

A flip-flopping splash, 
reeling in a big fat bass 
little ones go free. 
Cold, still, frosty white
Frozen precipitation 
The glistening sun

Icicle droplets 
Drip amid a frozen field
Robins drink mid-stream.

Cold, still, frosty white
Frozen creek, icicles drip.
Cardinals swoop mid-stream. (WIP)
First to greet the day,
proud strut, surefooted, perched,
trim crimson comb  
Calls the world to wake.
Rises with the morning sun.

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