tsunami of thoughts tidal waves of ideas break free, cascading downward spilling on the page
reverberating loneliness
elegant folds beautiful and simplistic cradling life
simplistic purpose elegant folds a cradle
dreams that live beneath your pillow, lie hope and wonderment
Tanka
Dreams
the night sky frolics tomorrow sleeps, dreams dance on imaginative trails, whimsy skates on golden threads, knitting our hearts together.
Captivated
sense of errantry a whispered psithurism she catches her breath
Blasting its color red vibrates against its complementary opposite.
The sound of the wind, like whispered secrets, touches a captivated heart, and in that moment, she catches her breath.
Psithuric whispers a wooed heart her breath catches.
the wind gently plays psithurism whisper captivating heart secrets, she catches her breath
Captivated sense of errantry a whispered psithurism she catches her breath
[His whispered secrets, like psithurism, captivated her heart as she caught her breath, feeling a sense of errantry.] feeling a sense of errantry.knight-like purpose, behavior, or performance, conducting oneself with regency
fairy fingers mysterious dichotomy touching the heart #prompt foxglove
Seasonal Rhythms Autumn falls silent under the evening snow Sheltered seeds don winter’s coat below Spring buds pop their heads, winter snaps not yet March winds howl for spring’s warmth Worm Moon signals the nightcrawlers to rise Daylight and darkness reach a duality Equilux achieved, permafrost relents Sleepy pods shed winter’s dark cloak Pollinizers emit an earthy scent Spring pollinators take flight Sunrays titillate Terra’s loam Touching life’s impetus
Winter’s Lace
Vibrant winter blooms cast against a snowy canvas, beneath brooding skies
First snow, falling softly, Amaryllis’ view from the window, whisper-warm
A little ray of sunshine, melancholy banishment Winter jasmine.
Persistence cold dancing flurries Pansies thrive.
Deep into winter Primrose’s delightful colors, stark against the snow
Varied highs and lows, February vacillates, Snowdrops appear.
Narcissus’ beauty shines for all to see, defying winter’s hold
Colorful and sweet Pansies’ cousin, Viola, a winter survivor.
Glory-of-the-Snow, star-shaped and whimsical, greets winter’s end.
Nature’s Fury
a prelude whirlybirds in the wind bliss ignorance
whispered chaos swirls distance rumbles forewarn, sirens fill the air
wrapped by clouded storms, dark tornadoes, the March winds rumble
nature’s beauty shines from the eyes of the beholder beware of black bears
wintry winds whistling a graceful genuflection, mid-winter dance
the morning light hums dreams prance in dawn's shadow, the young at-heart dream
Death and Dementia
Fear and darkness abide side-by-side, hiding the old crone of despair. Cohorts of hatred entrench themselves against the light. Incoherent thoughts rattle the brain, searing the heart. Stirred agitation summons dementia.
Death grins from the abyss, as the human soul withers. Yet, darkness recoils at the light. The old crone flees, abandoning despair. Defeated, Death returns to the abyss.
Light dispels darkness. Love’s glow sparks hope. Life embraces the soul.
Winter folds a tree-- into a counterfeit death gray, bony, lifeless. Better than Starbucks, February 2022 Publication p. 41
Imagine
Sitting on the back porch swing, high in the Ozark Mountains, I feel the last remnants of the cool morning breeze wafting in. The deciduous trees that blanket the rolling hills vibrate with vibrant colors. White clouds hang in the pale blue sky, hinting at rain in their underbelly.
Tree limbs sway gently in the wind, and leaves rustle momentarily before falling silent. A red-headed woodpecker glides past, wings outstretched as it easily navigates the air currents. With slight turns among the branches, it soon disappears.
Birds sing their early morning melodies, hidden from sight. From the clouds above, shaded areas dot the mountainside, providing a cool retreat from the day’s heat. As nature dances in the wind, life thrives in the warmth of the sunlight.
Yet, amidst this bountiful backdrop of life stands a stark contrast: a giant dead stick, gray, bony, and lifeless. Its haggard branches extend outward, out of place, and exposed. This lifeless form yearns for the cloak of winter, embodying a facade of counterfeit sleep.
Winter’s Deep Sleep
winter's shield hoarfrost, snow blanket survive or succumb
silence broken winter creaks lost footfalls
relentless onslaught freezing, thawing, footfalls of a screed heart
[relentless onslaught of a screed heart freezing, thawing, lost]
safely tucked under subnivean snow, revealing rain
snow falling lightly
dreams prance on silver moonbeams, nestled deep, all sleep
Night Treasures
the night sky frolics under silvery moonbeams in stillness, dreams come
dancing in joyous leaps, dreams skate on imaginative trails, hidden sky treasures
night recedes behind the stars no thought to pending troubles, tomorrow sleeps
wintry winds whistling a graceful genuflection, mid-winter dance
Winter Solstice
motionless sun the darkest moment light breaks through
climactic pause night tide meets at Winter's gate light concatenates
the sun stands still, a brief magical moment winter begins
Psithurism Wind
burnt, buff, earthy, ushering in sienna hues, autumn's display
a shimmering dance a seasonal rain blurred lines
tree whispers back-porch sharing changing seasons
leaf-whistles, needles oscillate in a psithurism wind
wintry winds whistling a graceful genuflection, Autumn's last dance
Eventide falls on one mountain range as dawn rises on another.
Apposite
morning’s blush slips through the mizzling mist
The Troubadour's Song
As Judas, in his willful rejection, walked daily beside Jesus, a contrasting hope was about to be born. Judas’ callous heart longed for an earthly king, which led to betrayal with a sealed traitorous kiss.
Blind ignorance prevailed. The Pharisees denied their Messiah, and Jerusalem cried out, unable to see.
A despairing loss, overcome by fear, caused hope to flee. Peter denied Him. Overwhelming grief filled John. He could not contain his tears as his Messiah died. Dementia cried out. Darkness enveloped the cross as death’s grip shook the earth.
We, too, walk daily beside the true Messiah, unmoved by the truth and unable to see the light of hope.
With a heightened sense of loss and impending danger, man’s despair descended to hell’s depths. Their dreams captured by death, nailed to an old wooden beam. A tragic story with an untold ending.
Yet,
The morning light hummed with renewed hope. The eternal, wrapped in clay, set Terra free. The Troubadour sang, illuminating the darkness with the song of salvation.
A dream no longer, the day wakes with understanding. His message rang true: a gift of grace freely given.
The church’s song is the gospel story of God’s eternal plan. When the harvest is complete, marking the end of the church age, Israel will again have a hand in redeeming man.
IF
A question, If rain no longer fell, would tears cease to flow? If blue dropped from the sky, would a smile return? If darkness engulfs the world, would light find its way? If longing is understood, would yearning fade? If sadness disappeared, would you be free?
An Answer Rev. 21:4 I will dry your eyes; I am the world's light. Isaiah 41:13 I will help you when cannot cope. God will carry you in His hand. Ps 119:105 Your word will guide my feet and light my way. Eph 6:11 Armor up, God will stand by your side. Ex 14:14 I will fight your fight. Deut. 31:6 I will hold you tight; you belong to Me Ps 56:8 I have bottled all your tears. You are free.
An Epic Event
Snow blanketed the landscape with deep, powdery white flakes. This was not the typical crusty flurries that barely make a snowman, but perfectly delicate snow so fluffy and light that it beckoned you to step out and play. Icicles hung in a row across the roof. The trepidation about a significant winter event melted away by a sense of wonder at the beauty of this rare snowfall.
Birds swirled and swooped, forming a collective. A round of robins landed in the backyard. An echo of mockingbirds congregate on the limbs of an old River Birch tree out front. A conclave of cardinals sat along the fence row, as a cloud of blackbirds landed in the trees behind the fence.
It was this sight that piqued my curiosity—birds gathering in unusual clusters. Yet, they seemed to be ignoring the scattered birdseed. Why? The ground was covered in snow and devoid of food. It was as unusual as a fifteen-inch snowfall for hungry birds not to eat. This was fascinating to watch. Clueless as to why the birds waited, the answer came suddenly.
A robin swooped in to catch a water droplet from an icicle in mid-flight. Adding to the intrigue, other birds joined in.
With their usual water sources frozen, birds migrated in flocks, searching for water. As I filled water trays and scattered them around the yard, I saw a bigger picture of nature's workings. A simple solution to the problem was provided. Still, it was a rare moment to witness the shared struggle for survival in the face of adversity. The birds drank, ate, and then disappeared.
Though clueless, God was not. Seeing a bird catching a water droplet in mid-air was fantastic and incredible. But more importantly, it was my clue to see an epic event. Cold, still, frosty white
The glistening sun stirs, icicle droplets drip amid a frozen field.
Winter’s fountain flowing freely, ready for an acrobatic display; cardinals drink mid-stream.
As Judas, in his willful rejection, walked daily beside Jesus, a contrasting hope was about to be born.
Judas’ callous heart longed for an earthly king, which led to betrayal with a sealed traitorous kiss.
Blind ignorance prevailed. The Pharisees denied their Messiah, and Jerusalem cried out, unable to see.
A despairing loss, overcome by fear, caused hope to flee. Peter denied Him.
Overwhelming grief filled John. He cannot contain his tears as his Messiah died.
Dementia cried out. Darkness enveloped the cross as death’s grip shook the earth.
We, too, walk daily beside the true Messiah, unmoved by the truth and unable to see the light of hope.
Heartbreaking loneliness, man’s despair descended to hell’s depths, impending sense of loss.
YET,
The morning light hummed with renewed hope. The eternal, wrapped in clay, set Terra free. The Troubadour sang, illuminating the darkness with the song of salvation.
His message rings true: a gift of grace freely given honors choice. The church’s song is the gospel story of God’s eternal plan.
When the harvest is complete, marking the end of the church age, Israel will again have a hand in redeeming man.
The Christmas Story: The Arrival of the Troubadour
The Arrival of the Troubadour
Anticipation filled the air. To the Father’s delight, Emmanuel was born as a beacon in a world shrouded in darkness. The Eastern Star shone brightly through the night, illuminating the path to future hopes.
The Word sang a melody for my heart, a beautiful and poignant tune that resonates within the soul. For those with ears to hear, it was soft and gentle. Like the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wings, a whispered message arrived.
Gabriel announced the arrival of the King; Jesus dwelt among us. The prophecies of old were fulfilled, awakening a sanguine hope for mankind’s redemption.
The longing for heaven’s echo of the Troubadour’s aria in a songless world. The dawning light of a new beginning quenches our thirst, bringing renewed hope in man’s redemption story.
Beginning of a New Year
The dawning light of a new beginning slates our thirst.
Arousing a sanguine hope for the coming year.
A salubrious optimism laced with intent, tempered.
moments in nature filled with wonderment and awe touching the soul.
Finding clarity in a world of words, perspicaciously.
In God's Word seek perspicacious clarity.
rare fire horse moving forward with perspicacious clarity
He has given us the Holy Spirit
Perspicacious definition: having keen mental perception and understanding; discerning: to exhibit perspicacious judgment.
Haiku word source:
NaHaiWriMo/ Haiku challenge by Steven Ralph
Blue_Owl: daily word post
Haiku Dialog:
And my own word challenges
#haiku #senryu #nature #poem #poetrycommunity #poetry #Poet #haikuchallenge
out on a limb
hanging by the stem
whirlybirds in flight
April 2 limb
bifurcating branches
twist and wind outward
generational
howling winds
winged seed helicopters
Maple whirlybirds
fecund
Felicity
a gentle zephyr
cool bluegrass under feet
Spring's felicity
April 1st/ Bottle
Life’s Vintage
Emotions in a bottle
Bittersweet
hot roller dogs
bases loaded, crack to left field,
crowd goes wild
April 3 hot dog
hot diggity dog
bases loaded, crack to left field,
crowd goes wild
hot diggity dog
hanging out
with my best friend
her soul sparkles esse' of inner and outer beauty meld complementary muliebrity
her soul sparkles the esse' of femininity complementary muliebrity
the complementary combination of inner beauty muliebrity
Muliebrities' complementary combination of inner and outer beauty melds the feminine heart.
A woman's soul sparkles with the esse' of femininity. as her inner and outer beauty meld the esse' of femininity. full of muliebrity
Complementary muliebrity of inner beauty complementary muliebrity her soul sparkles with femininity essence.
Feminine esse' Sparkling soul muliebrity
Inner and outer beauty shines when the esse' of a woman's soul sparkles.
When a woman's inner and outer beauty shines as one, and the kindness of her soul sparkles, the esse' of femininity is truly seen. Muliebrity draws a real man's attention. RL Brown
a gentle zephyr cool bluegrass under feet goose pimples' felicity
4/28- Oasis
4/29- Obcordate is the reverse of cordate leaf, Obcordate the point is at the stem.
4/30- Omniscient
Dickey Stephens Park
Arkansas Traveler's Fan
The season begins.
April 4 fan
Fragrant
honey-like fragrance
inviting the butterfly
wafts of perfume
genteelly lace to
red hats with a purple bows,
the southern women
@Bleu_Owl #HaikuSaturday #haikuchallenge #haiku
Guess
Kid giggles on the inside.
'Go Fish!'
sweet benison of sunlit air after a golden rain, a prismatic wash #HaikuSaturday #haikuchallenge #haiku Hello, spring, and Happy Easter
words
slide into
seamless syllables
of streaming
sounds
a raging river of words
skip, trip and jump
over the tongue
Water April 5 @NaHaiWriMo
excerpt from Eyes of a Dyslexia by RL Brown
Silky smooth
Shimmering ice
Glacé
April 7, 2023
Science of the mind Genetic haecceity Internal coding @Bleu_Owl #haiku #senryu #poem #poets #poetrycommunity #poetry #haikuchallenge #HaikuSaturday haec·ce·i·ty /hakˈsēədē/
rule of thumb cup in hand, heuristic application
rule of thumb, a heaping handful, a foot- heuristic application
hegemony song
by parroting birds
the news media
@Bleu_Owl
#haikuchallenge #haiku
hot diggity dog
hanging out
with my best friend
Bull and Matilda
brain sparks
roots of ideation
flows from within
creativity flows when
one ideated thought
rises above the rest
spring sparkles
imbued with life
incipient vivacity
youth imbued with life
sparkles with incipient vivacity
Ideate esse'
Imbued vivacity
Incipient sparkles
stinging tickle
choking cough
post nasal drip,
Spring!
Wind, blow the seeds.
Loam, provide their needs.
Cloud, let loose April's showers.
May, bring forth bouquets of flowers!" #whistpr
Cold milk, chocolate chips
hot out of the oven
Cookies, Yum!
He may be nimble,
he may be quick, but
where's the candlestick?
Ask the Colonel.
Winter’s dignity
Lifeless trees' quiet strength
Autumn seeds nestled deep.
Seeds shed winter's shield
roots stretch in fertile dirt- yields
March howls for spring's warmth.
#whistpr
Guess!
Jocose giggles on the inside.
'Go Fish!'
@Bleu_Owl
jocose
Toad Suck Daze
toad races, carnival rides
low country kermis
the race is on, the end is near schools out then summer's here
WIP
If autumn falls silent under the evening snow
If sheltered seeds don winter's coat
If March winds howl for spring's warmth
If budding flowers emit the earth's scent
If spring pollinators awaken and take flight
If golden rays titillate Terra's loam
If nature bears burgeoning yields
If the impetus for life circles again
If thankfulness flows from within
If we understand the Creator above
then what do we know of love?
Love is to have, to hold, to enjoy, and to freely let go.
Happy Earth Day
FMF: Have and Earth Day
Autumn falls silent under the evening snow
Sheltered seeds don winter's coat
March winds howl for spring's warmth
Pollinizers emit an earthy scent
Spring pollinators take flight
Sunrays titillate Terra's loam
The impetus for life circles
#HaikuSaturday #haikuchallenge #poetry Earth Day
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Neoteric sunrise, The sun eight-minute ago Namaste nod
the soft adagio
call of a mourning dove
coo-ah coo-AH, coo-OO-oo
#HaikuSaturday It's a sweet morning, even if it is rainy and cold.
Picture: Birds&Bloom
#HaikuMusic #haiku #nature #poem #poetrycommunity #poetry #Poet #haikuchallenge
Title: ’Un-Bee-Lievable’ Flower Facts: Polly Pollinizer reporting from your local garden. By Bronte Brown
Hi, I am Polly Pollinizer, reporting on 'un-bee-lievable' facts all flowers know!
Meet the busiest pollinators around the world. Bees are extraordinarily skilled at foraging flowers. Flowers have a hidden motif that only bees see using X-ray vision. Positively stunning!
Bees vibrate their wings so fast that they buzz and shake pollen all over their tiny bodies. Anyone ticklish?
Lavender flowers create an extra scent, especially for honeybees. Bees get so excited that they beeline it to the hive and waggle dance—just for flowers!
Bees are the busiest unless it rains. Imagine being hit by raindrops twice your size. But wait!
Bees are whiff masters. Bees smell the rain before it falls. Un-bee-lievable!
Which superpower would you choose: super-shaker, X-ray vision, waggle dancer or whiff master? "Me?" "I'd be a waggle dancer!' Polly Pollinizer, reporting live from your local garden. See you next week."
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Spring Fling Writing Contest April 1, 2025
6:54:33 Time posted on Spring Fling- Now I can find it again. Thank you to Ciara O’Neal, Kaitlyn Leann Sanchez, prize donors, and readers for the amazing Spring Fling Kidlit Contest!
6 responses to “Un-Bee-Lievable Flower Facts: Polly Pollinizer reporting from your local garden.”
Thank you for the sweet story and lovely invitation to Spring not just with your words but youse beautiful website as well! I feel like I’m out in the gardens breathing in all the fresh air around me!
Adorable! A great way to have an early education science moment in the classroom during the spring time. It sounds like great READ ALOUD picture book an educational video on software or a PBS kids show.
The sky looks down with the dark eye of a new moon; spring buds pop their heads. Winter snaps, not yet. March Moons howl for seasonal winds that breathe change. Terrestrial tides collide, and winter gives way. Sun and moon stand poised.
Worm Moon signals the nightcrawlers to rise and stir the loam, breaking free of the frozen dirt. Spring Moon stirs the sleepy pods to shed winter's coats and stretch their fertile roots. The Sugar Moon coaxes the sweet maples to release their sugary sap.
Permafrost relents. Skywatchers eagerly anticipate the moons of March.
A morrowless day arriving on the equinox perfectly balanced -- Spring arrives.
Sky Treasures With a crescent wink and radiating argent hues, the night sky wakes. Tomorrow sleeps while silver beams thread through the darkness, inviting whimsy to skate on imaginative trails. Dreams dance.
Slow, quick-quick, slow- a small step etched with sandy footprints. Chimerical images skirt golden pathways across a sea of midnight blue. From Ganymede's summit, a breathtaking view is suspended momentarily.
Laced with ice feathers, dreams frolic on through the night sky, searching for sky treasures. Stories lie quiet in star streams as wide-eyed tales fill the mind's eye. Tomorrow wakes.
dreams dance on silvery moonbeams, tomorrow sleeps
@TopTweetTuesday Write about moons in our Solar System without using the word moon.
March 4: Otherworldly
Darkness without night, a time with no view, quiet and contemplative breath, a word is spoken. A ripple of energy swirls and twirls; light breaks a new dawn.
Free and unfettered, the universe releases showers of thunderous speech, oozing liquid sunshine. The tug-a-war begins.
Light bursts forth, raining stars stream around Orion's belt. Sol joins the dance, separating night and day, laying its boundaries.
Solstice's scintillating rays stretch summer's boundaries as nighttide catenates. Midwinter, in a brief magical moment, light concatenates at winter's gate.
Imagining a never-seen ribbon of time- the universe whispers its story.
Psalms 139:12 and Genesis 1:1-3
From Top Tweet Tuesday: Strong start on the WIP. Have a go at surprising similes / metaphors within your descriptiveness, a couple of lesser known words. Dramatic sound patterning! Max out the invention!
Planetary Parade "Line up," Universe calls out, "Earth is watching."
Orange blossoms a delicate scent of lingering love
Planetary Parade "Line up," Universe calls out, "Earthsky is watching."
short version Earthsky watches Universe readies Showtime
titivate- make small enhancing
High Noon Every Wednesday Tornado Sirens #HaikuSaturday
Bordering Mamaw’s cotton field Besides Mamma's fence, now my backyard delight, Daffodils.
Morning stillness Rhythmic movement Zephyr and leaf I wrote this the day I buried my brother. Haiku Genius picked it up today. It is beautiful.
rhythmic rocking, steady breathing while sleeping, life with a newborn
living in the moment of childhood, a father sees the era.
sweet benison, sunlit air and golden rain, in a prismatic wash
spring light sparkles through a prismatic rainbow, a leprechaun's slide
spring sparkles revealing a sky slide leprechauns delight
The morning sun pours over the windowsill, tingling my face. Particles dance in the sunlight. [ A fuzzy image forms of Gramps 😅--standing de rigueur in overalls, wearing fishing cap.
a warblers' echo shimmering in the mist, morning descant
ending with a soft adagio of a mourning dove, coo-Coo-coo, coo-ah
Feb 5 Moraine weathered beauties moraine remains, jumbled genesis
His arms wrapped around her tight and covered her with prayers at night.
The gentle art of letting go, unchained love freely flows.
A restful peace seals their bond, responding in trust; the two heartbeats become one.
This is what women want: to know they are protected, loved, provided for, and safe as they care for their families. And yes, women want to work, be heard, and be understood, but to arrest fears- understand the words above. Arguing with your husband when he wraps you in prayer is hard.
tickled pink sun's in-sync rising star
The Saguaro cactus survives int the Sonoran Desert and is an important ecological pollen trail for the lesser long-nosed bat. The Saguaro Cactus releases its scented flower to attract this tiny bat. Leptos bats fly at night by scented highways, which is time for their migration. Enticed by this heavily scented trail, this bat hunts by smell and sight. The cactus flower glistens in the moonlight like a beacon. Mutual survival, ecosystem sustainers, man, the land, and bat survive.
Nature’s pollen connector Saguaro Cactus
Leptos bats fly at night, guided by scented highways. timed for their migration.
Flower-powered highways, bats follow the nectar trail, and hunt by smell and sight.
Mutual survival Ecosystem sustainers Man, land, and the bat.
Leptos is a nickname for the lesser long-nosed bat.
seismic shift of public opinion, winning avalanche Feb 8 Avalanche
Feb 10 Peak Pistol Pete 44.2 points per game LSU career peak
Pete Maravich set an NCAA record that holds true for today. The assembly center at LSU is now called the Pete Maravich Assembly Center (PMAC) in Baton Rouge, Louisiana.
Feb 17 Serac towering serac between two crevasses artful deception
Ice towers built on deceit will crumble
Meat for Tea Review submission
Silky smooth glacier Shimmering ice sheets what lies beneath Feb 7 Glacier
life is a vapor but it leaves a trail, sweet and memorable
Andes' biodiversity tropical, arid, wet, life choices.
Adaptability is key to finding your fit. Feb 9 NaHaiWriMo
Pinnacle Mountain stair steps to slipper boulders not for novice hikers
Pinnacle Mountain is the second-highest natural point in Pulaski County, Arkansas.
elegant skier vs a flailing flier my mind's eye lies Feb 16 skier
the night sky frolics under silvery moonbeams in stillness, tomorrow sleeps or dreams dance on silvery moonbeams, tomorrow sleeps
complementary one out shines the other or muted a blend.
packed piste slick and black any green slopes February 12 piste
eventide falls on one mountain range as dawn rises on another
Alpine butterfly- climbing, connecting, creating attachments, loop to loop
The sky looks down with the dark eye of a new moon; spring buds pop their heads. Winter snaps, not yet. March Moons howl for seasonal winds that breathe change. Terrestrial tides collide, and winter gives way. Sun and moon stand poised.
Worm Moon signals the nightcrawlers to rise and stir the loam, breaking free of the frozen dirt. Spring Moon stirs the sleepy pods to shed winter's coats and stretch their fertile roots. The Sugar Moon coaxes the sweet maples to release their sugary sap.
Permafrost relents. Skywatchers eagerly anticipate the moons of March.
A morrowless day arriving on the equinox perfectly balanced. ---
Spring Sings! "Zephyr, carry the seeds far and wide. Loam provides for their needs. Seeds shed those winter coats. Nightcrawlers dig underground moats. Clouds, let loose your showers, ushering in bouquets of mayflowers!" A morrowless day arriving on the equinox perfectly balanced.
Sun and moon poised on a morrowless day equinoctial time shift
Andy Perrin @aperrincycling · 43m Replying to @RhondaLBrown2 The sky's the limit with your lunar show. You certainly touched on the cycles of the transitions we watch closely day by day as winter drags and the hope of spring begins to emerge. Love the push and pull of the moon in the connections you made. Thanks for sharing today!
March Moons by Bronte Brown
the sky looks down with the dark eye of a new moon, spring winks to the stars
seeds shed winter's shield roots stretch in fertile dirt- March winds howl for spring
loam stirs, breaking free- muddling nightcrawlers rise under the Worm Moon
Spring's foretokens Marsh marigolds in damp fields butterflies delight.
The night sky frolics under silvery moonbeams in stillness, dreams come.
Dreams dance in joyous leaps, skating on imaginative trails, night treasures.
Night recedes behind the stars, no thought to pending troubles- tomorrow sleeps.
celestial alignment rare one/25/25 an eventide view Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune, be on the lookout tonight or now, depending on where you are.
President Donald J Trump was fond of the campaign stump. Mover, shaker, and policymaker, Unlike President Nixon, the Quaker.
Pale Season of Titivated Lace (rewrite of Winter’s Lace)
Vibrant blooms ignite against a blank canvas beneath brooding, iron-gray skies.
Amaryllis gazes out from the window; a periwinkle winks back, whisper-warm.
Across a stark alabaster landscape, autumn falls silent; pansies persist.
Bleak and bitter, yet in defiance, Narcissus lifts its radiant face.
A small ray of sunshine, burnishing a crepuscular gloam, Wendy’s Gold rises.
Lucille’s Squill emits its whimsical scent As the season turns.
Write an imaginative landscape poem without using snow, snowy or wintry terms- atmospheric implication, art of resistance.
a brief magic moment nighttide meets at winter's gate light concatenates
#haiku #HaikuSaturday #haikuseed
A magical moment, the sun stands still- winter begins -
with a brisk, cold chill. #haikusaturday #poems
Christmas Eve Night Prelude to a noiseless world Daybreak the fun begins
Wintry winds whistling Autumn's last dance- a graceful genuflection #haiku #HaikuSaturday
In sparkled light, night recedes behind the stars tomorrow sleeps, harboring dreams once ours. or On silvery threads, dreams dance with joyous leaps. Dreams dancing on silvery threads are for keeps.
Imaginative Sheer trails appear laced with ice feathers, Puck's in the wind searching for sky treasures.
Tiered January sky, nothing leaves a mark. Eagles hitch a ride, ready to embark.
More verses: WIP
Imaginative Imaginative trails appear laced with ice feathers, Puck's in the wind searching for sky treasures.
Sheer January sky, nothing leaves a mark. Eagles hitch a ride, ready to embark.
In sparkled light, night recedes, tomorrow sleeps
Dreams dance on silvery moonbeams while tomorrow sleeps.
Molecules and particles testing each other, establishing sanditon boundaries.
Sandillion is an old way to quantify something as numerous as grains of sand.
Sarah and Hagar Twelve sons from each A Lion and a wild donkey, battle for supremacy in the Middle East
Sandillion boundaries seismic shifting, waiting to erupt, in the Middle East, Russia and Ukraine.
The bad and the ugly of Territorial boundaries, where is the good?
Molecules and particles testing each other, establishing sanditon boundaries.
Sandillion is an old way to quantify something as numerous as grains of sand; Sanditon establishing boundaries, particles and molecules.
In sparkled light, night recedes behind the stars tomorrow sleeps, harboring dreams once ours.
In sparkled light, night recedes- tomorrow sleeps
Dreams dancing on silvery threads are for keeps. Short form:
Night recedes in dancing dreams, tomorrow sleeps in sparkled light.
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original the night sky frolics under silvery moonbeams in stillness, dreams come.
dreams dance in joyous leaps, skating on imaginative trails, night treasures.
night recedes behind the stars- no thought to pending troubles, tomorrow sleeps. ---- the night sky frolics under silvery moonbeams in stillness,
dreams dance on silvery moonbeams, tomorrow sleeps-
seasonal leaves grounding roots, true friends- the rings inside
As autumn falls silent under evening's snow, sheltered seeds don winter's coat below. Sleeping silently beneath winter's breath, trees fold into a counterfeit death.
A magical moment when the sun stands still, winter begins with a brisk, cold chill.
Wintry winds whistle ceaseless threnodies, glistens frosty precip amenities. Amidst frigid fields, icicles drip. Cardinals swoop midstream for a sip.
Mice tucked warmly under subnivean snow, moonbeams prance across a snowlit plateau. Betwixt two of astral stars, the moon hangs bright, eerie wolf howls echo through the night.
Playful trickery, a spring bud pops its head. Winter snaps and tucks it back to bed.
Emmanuel is born to the Father's delight - Israel's long awaited hope. The Word sang a poignant story, a pure melody.
It was a melodious tune for those with a heart to hear. The whispered melody arrived as soft as the tiny beats of hummingbird wings.
The dawning light of a new beginning altered our precepts, arousing a sanguine hope in a song-less world.
The morning light hummed as angels sang the Troubadour's song of man's redemptive story.
Picture & Poem by rbrontebrown
WIP Emmanuel was born to the Father's delight. Israel’s long-awaited hope. The Word reveal its melody.
It was a soft, melodious tune for those with hearts to hear. Its whispered melody arrived as soft as the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wing.
(Wip) It was a soft, melodious tune for those with hearts to hear. Its psithuric melody whispered softly as whispered wings.
The dawn of a new beginning altered our precepts, arousing a sanguine hope in a songless world.
The morning light hummed. Angel marveled. the Troubadour arrived. of man's redemptive story.
Haiku version
Anticipation, to the Father's delight, Emmanuel is born
The dawning light of a new beginning slates our thirst.
Arousing a sanguine hope for the coming year.
A salubrious optimism laced with intent, tempered.
Suffering: Fear and darkness abide side-by-side, hiding the old crone of despair.
Cohorts of hatred entrench themselves against the light.
Incoherent thoughts rattle the brain, searing the heart.
Death grins from the abyss, as the human soul withers.
Yet, darkness recoils at the light.
The old crone flees, abandoning despair.
Defeated, Death returns to the abyss.
Light enters, dispelling darkness.
Love’s glow lights the way, sparking hope.
Life, light, and love embrace the soul.
What specific events or experiences led to the presence of fear and darkness?
How can love specifically counteract despair and the influence of death?
What does the journey from darkness to light look like for those who struggle with despair?
Drugs and confusion act as cohorts. summoning dementia to rattle the brain, Stirring perturbation pərdərˈbāSH(ə)n/, darkness settles in. Darkness cannot extinguish light. shrinks away [recoils/ flees]from light. The old crone gags (gags) in despair
A dawning light hums, the eternal once wrapped in clay, has set Terra free. (resurrection)
The Troubadour sings, illuminating darkness with salvation's song,
His message rings true. A gift of grace freely given honoring choice.
The song of the church is the gospel story of God's eternal plan.
The harvest complete, the church caught up, Israel will once again have a hand in redeeming Man.
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Anticipation. To the Father's delight, Emmanuel was born
The Eastern Star shone through the night illuminating the way.
The Word sang a melody for my heart to hear, poignant and pure.
For those with ears to hear, it was soft and gentle.
Akin to the beats of hummingbird wings, arrived a whispered message.
A songless world yearned for echos of the Troubadour’s aria.
Prophecies of old fulfilled, arousing a sanguine hope, for redeeming mankind.
An Angel announced the King's arrival. He dwelt with us.
The dawning light of a new beginning slates our thirst.
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