WIP
The night star shines
through the night
illumatinating the way
a single voice announces,
the king's arrival,
dispelling fear
Christmas morning rings
as the morning light hums,
as a new song begins.
The Troubadour sings
illuminating darkness,
dispelling fear.
Echoes of joy ring
The songless world yearns to hear.
The troubadour’s song.
Morning's light hums
through hate and despair as hope
sings a new redemptive song.
Nature’s beauty shines
from the eyes of the beholder
beware of black bears
Solstice
sun rays scintallate
into summer's inner boundary
nighttide catenates
summer solstice June 21, 2022
on a morrowless day
nighttide meets at winter's gate
light concatenates
#haiku #HaikuSaturday #haikuseed
winter solstice
Dec 21, 2022
January sky
Its sheer so clear, so blue.
Nothing leaves a mark.
Wintry sky
shear blue bright and clear
cirrus trails
Emotional world
Spinning round the sun leaving
Unanswered questions.
#HaikuSaturday by martha vandivier
@Vandiviergrade3
My Reply:
In between twilight
answers lie within us
for finding the Truth.
#HaikuSaturday by RL Brown
Snow in Arkansas
Ump, get real, it's Arkansas
Snowing in Arkansas
#HaikuSaturday
We have a saying in AR, if you don't like the weather, wait a day!
5:59 PM · Nov 12, 2022
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wispy sheers, whispering change, forth-telling
whiptail: journal of the single-line poem
@whiptailjournal
Cirrus clouds are thin, feathery, and wispy. They often portend rain in the coming days. Write a monoku using cirrus clouds.
#haiku #monoku #whiptailjournal https://pic.twitter.com/3SXZEo5mMA
Replying to @whiptailjournal
whiptail: journal of the single-line poem
@whiptailjournal
speckled sunlight of pattern pathways
Share a monoku you wrote and the story behind it.
The story behind this: I was reading Richard Peck this summer, inspired by his writing.
Monday is about: Magic of Invisible friends
Nov 21
Replying to
@jerroldconnors
I never had an invisible childhood friend, but that would be my favorite.
I wouldn't care for gremlins since they work for Murphy's Law.
Nov 22 Friendship
Replying to
@JThomasABC
Like a leaf that is brief-lasting a season,
branches that hang around for a while,
or the roots that keep you grounded,
friends are the rings inside you. #InvisibleThings
Nov 23 Creativity
Like a river, creativity flows, bends, hits a dam, spills over, finds another way, is a mist, and gets lost in a fog but is ever moving forward to new horizons.
@lozzawriting
Invisible Things/Creativity
Nov 24: Joy
Grandbabies create
a rite of passage for
parents to become
Grand!
@AndrewsSusanM
Passing the responsibility of raising a child to your child and watching them guide, struggle, seek your help and advice, and getting to love and trust them to do their best is pure joy.
Nove 25
Hope hurts!
Hurtful words dash across the heart. Dreams unrealized lie in waste. Lost in the darkness, we cry.
Hope lies beyond our regrets and missed opportunities. Hope restores the heart and clears the way for renewed dreams.
Hope heals!
#InvisibleThings
@jerroldconnors
5:30 PM · Nov 25, 2022
Trouvaille Review, February 15, 2022 Publication
excerpt:
Winter winds whistling
Indian Summer's last stance
Bowing gracefully
Winter’s dignity
Lifeless trees' quiet strength
Autumn seeds nestled deep-
Sheltered. #haikusaturday
Originally written separately, then one poem.
little ones frolic
under slivery moonbeams
till stillness comes
a sparkled light cast
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps
a single-cosmos
harmonious symmetry
its own star system
#haiku
#HaikuSaturday
Photo by RL Brown, a single flower from a field of cosmos in South Korea
Photo by RL BrownPhoto by RL Brown
a shimmering dance
a seasonal rain
blurred lines of change
Kathy Halsey
@infowoman1
·
Oct 9
Replying to
@RhondaLBrown2
"Blurred lines of change", the consonance, the rhyme, make this divine.
The Korean Folk Village
weeping willows
water laterns
twilight shift
I’m in South Korea taking care of my new grandbaby along with my son, Daniel, and his wife Serah. Jian or John (American version) is their firstborn. He was two weeks early but he is healthy and just about over colic. Neither of mine two had colic. Broke my heart to see him cry so hard, especially when he looked at me with tears running down his cheek.
It is very early, and my turn to be up with the little one. He is sleeping and I’m awake so I am taking some time to read a few of your uplifting posts.
memories lay curled
tumbled, dark rumble
inner balance skewed
truth is a plumbline
that does not vary
or does it compromise.
God's Word does not compromise Truth. It is our plumbline, our standard, our foundation to live by. God cannot lie. Therefore, our foundation is solid as a rock. (Amos and Hebrews)
Hallo's Eve comes once a year
certain creatures reappear.
Pumpkin faces scare the dead,
filling ghouls full of dread.
Jack-o-Lantern fools the gnome,
we're disguised and free to roam.
House to house we seek sweet treats
pumpkin lights line the street.
Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.
one, two, three, four
"EEK," and away they soar.
Pumpkin, pumpkin, pumpkin face
side by side we'll win this race.
Round the corner, house insight,
dare we run with all our might.
Safe inside we dance with glee
Jack-o-Latern smilles at me.
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A HALLOWEEN LIMERICK (WIP)
Harley, the ghost, refuses to float.
Over water, her stomach would bloat.
Nightshades took pity-
and delivers her to the city.
They row across the moat by boat.
A vampire roams the skies by night,
foraging flower nectar to bite.
The flowers all hid,
afraid of this kid.
He vanishes by the morning light.
Nettie, the spider, tosses silk threads.
The wind carries her over the farmstead.
Free to roam.
for a new home.
She spins her web by the woodshed.
Pumpkin Pete sits in a patch very grim.
He wishes for a face that would grin.
Along came a farmer,
whose a great carver!
Pete beams at guests entering the inn.
Skelton Bones travels by scooter
never honking the scooter's tooter
Ghosts cry yoohoo,
bats screech boohoo.
Skidding downhill, he runs over Rooster.
The old scarecrow frightens Jeanie
because she is such teeny weenie.Because of her size,
she hides from prying eyes,
and eats her fill of zucchini.
WIP oh me oh my, crazy cross eye witch.
Shimmering rays steady her flight,
Winnie yearns to fly by moonlight.
Moonbeams are ready. One cross eye, she's willing to try
She carries her teddy.
Together, they froclic and play till midnight. she frolics and plays past midnight
one two three four
into the sky, soar
She froclics and plays till midnight.
Fading fast and hard to see
spirits hiding in the tree.
one two three four
scream, watch them soar
Don't look back, time to flee.
The great horn owl
a dinner of mice
is a quite nice
hootie hoot hoot,
what a coot
The Last Harvest
By RL Brown
Wind rustles the leaves
Trees shimmer yawning deeply
Anticipation
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 birds last song.
Light wanes for evening.
Nature's splendor yields
a harvest of abundance,
Thankfulness expressed.
Inner autumn calls,
time to embrace season’s change.
The wind howls for rest.
Light narrows yet shines.
Truth displayed for all to see,
God’s bountiful grace.
Counterfeit death nears.
The last harvest, winter comes.
Weary souls find rest.
Being rooted is to be grounded, having a firm foundation. In the parable of the sower and the seed, four types of foundations are given. The good soil is representative of God’s Word. The problem with man is understanding the truth. Truth is pounded by empty philosophy, choke out by the trails of life, or consumed by doubt and confusion.
Being rooted in Truth is not as easy as it sounds. We have the Bible, read it, apply it, and yet, our ears are tickled by empty words and we are led astray.
Last week I heard a pastor explain Genesis in a way that was very different from what I was taught. God’s edit to Adam and Eve was not prescriptive as in a condemnation punishment. Instead, it was descriptive. God was describing the consequences of their action and what was about to happen in the world. The natural order of peace was ripped apart and man was now at odds with nature.
God is revealing the mysteries of the end times, of the secrets of His Word in a way that offers clarity to everyday life and freedom in our spirit to walk with Him.
memories lay curled
tumbled, dark rumble
inner balance skewed
truth is a plumbline
It does not vary
or shapeshift.
There is one Truth by which all mankind can survive. Anything else is sinking sand, gets twisted, blown away or lost in the heart of man.
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, Haiku Pond, and Haiku Seed Journal. Find her online at https://brontebrown2.com.
The heart my be fickled at times but when stirred to action becomes a bulwark.
July 1-10: Themed (Personal Transitions, e.g. physical, emotional, spiritual, healing)
https://www.whiptailjournal.com/submissions.html
1. stormy days settle to walk above the clouds, life
2. tenacious tekkers travel twisted trails through time.
3. drifters venture on patterned pathways of speckled sunlight
4. astonied hearts stirred to rise (Job 17:8 reference)
5. uproot weeds watered by tears.
The heart may be fickled at times but when stirred to action becomes a bulwark.
Remnants of the snow and ice on the creek. Write a monoku inspired by this photo.
Replying to
@whiptailjournal
White jagged beards, wisdom sleeps
Replying to
@whiptailjournal
a million twilit reasons but one white stork
The spring peepers are trilling and the daffodils are starting to bloom.
Write a monoku inspired about the stirrings of spring.
Next to mamaw's cotton field to my backyard.
Fog is a cloud that touches the ground. Write a monoku about fog or anything this photo inspires.
shadows hide, lurking beneath
RL Brown
2nd
light invades, droplets dissipate
RL Brown
In this photo, the tree and the sky appear to be in synchronicity. Write a monoku using this concept.
autumn falls silent under the evening snow #whiptailjournal #monoku #HaikuSaturday
a season ends as another begins
Have you written or read your first haiku or monoku of the new year?
If not, here is a photo of "hatsuhinode", the first sunrise of the new year
Rhonda Brown Haiku Submission
1335 Montana Street Nature Theme
Conway, AR 71566
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. Find her online at https://brontebrown2.com.
1.
Time spins laughter
into memories-
and memories
into laughter. (Revised)
2.
life’s brief moments
full of
beauty and
splendor-
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In memory of Robb Elementary school, Uvalde, Texas
3.
Breathe the sunlit air,
uproot weeds
watered by tears.
4.
Mockingbird catcall signals a tail twitching taunt-
kitty in the weeds.
5.
A cool zephyr breeze flows over tender grasses,
goose pimples giggle.
Thanks for the great advice from my last submission. I hope these haiku capture one's imagination for greater interpretation. I'm a WIP.
Morning's blush
slips through the
mizzling mist.
Haiku Pond/Water Pulished @Haiku Pond
other ideas for water
tiny rainbows shimmer in the sunlight through the mizzling mist
frosty white
glistening icicles
drip
Haiku Pond/Water
troubled matrix,
stain dewdrops of torment
or dewdrops of troubled matrix
Sinkholes, shifting sand,
watchful eyes staring
at a changing basin.
Shrouded storms, titans clash.
long summer evenings
where forest and child
refuse to sleep
brontebrown2
@RhondaLBrown2
·
Jul 30
thunderous speech showers from the sky
pattering the earth's surface
liquid sunshine seeps into the crusty dirt,
nourishing deep roots.
a realized dream
worked for
contains real magic
#HaikuSaturday
the essence of magic
a realized dream
worked for
On moonbeams, life frolics till night's hush moves stillness in and draws the sleepy eyes shut, all rest.
Life frolics on the moonbeam
and plays till night's hush
moves stillness in -
drawing the sleepy eyes shut,
all rest. RL Brown
jet lag, sleep comes when-
western time, eastern time
neither, baby time
memories lay curled
tumbled, dark rumble
inner balance skewed
truth is a plumbline
that does not vary
or shapeshift.
God's Word does not compromise Truth. It is our plumbline, our standard, our foundation to live by. God cannot lie. Therefore, our foundation is solid as a rock. (Amos and Hebrews)
Bright sherbet colors
familiar and strange
in a foreign land. #HaikuSaturday
annyeonghaseyo from South Korea
Yard mowed, edges trimmed-ha
It's raining, it's pouring-
The grass will grow back
by morning-
brontebrown2 