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November 2022 Haikus and more

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 sheer 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

Share a monoku you wrote and the story behind it.

#haiku #monoku #whiptailjournal
Replying to @whiptailjournal
speckled sunlight of pattern pathways 
The story behind this: I was reading Richard Peck this summer, inspired by his writing. 
Nov 20
autumn falls silent under the evening snow #whiptailjournal #monoku #HaikuSaturday 
a season ends as another begins
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



October Haiku

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 Brown
Photo 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

October Rhymes, Poems, and more/Hallo’s Eve

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. 

Commercial free image

A HALLOWEEN LIMERICK (WIP)

Harley, the ghost, refuses to float. 
Over water, her stomach would bloat. 
Nightshades took pity- 
and deliver 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. 

       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. 

August Haikus

Morning's blush
slips through the
mizzling mist. 
Haiku Pond/Water Published @Haiku Pond 
morning visitor,
elegant, sleek, dressed in black
but you can't come in
#HaikuSaturday 
I walked in and out several times before I noticed.

Wintry winds
whistling ceaseless
threnodies
(Theme: wind) Haiku Pond submission, Aug 18, 2022

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
free clipart/internet

September Haikus and more

The first Nissan
hopes for peace lie within
the crescent moon
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- 

The Atchafalaya Basin by RL Brown

Across fourteen parishes the longest swamp river flows, the Atchafalaya River. The Cypress tree reigns as king in the sleepy waters of the Atchafalaya and Chitimacha rivers. They stand tall and proud, robed in a reddish-bark, untouched by time. Adorn with delicate leaves that sparkle in the sunlight, branches stretch to cover their domain.

If the Cypress is king then gators stand guard in murky waters beneath, keeping unwanted or unaware at bay.

This ecologically rich heritage is as diverse as the cultural peoples who have come to make it their home. European, African, Caribbean, and Native American descendants dug their roots deep into the bayou. The bayou blends them all into a cajun or creole cultural mix.

The Atchafalaya Basin by RL Brown
Narrative Non-fiction, prose

Across the boot parishes, 
a vast swampland exists
where the Cypress reign as 
keepers of the river forest. 

Underneath a feathery dome 
of twisted branches
robed in reddish bark,
resides the age-old kings. 

Gators serve as sentries 
guarding the murky waters below, 
instilling respect for life 
and doom for the ignorant. 

Sinkholes, shifting sand, 
watchful eyes always stare, 
ever mindful of 
a changing landscape. 

Stagnant water breeds 
relentless mosquitoes. 
Yet, yellow warbles and
purple martin feast. 

Host to mink, otters, muskrats, 
bears, deer, and bobcats, 
this bayou exists for life- 
and shares in its hardships. 

A river basin teaming
with bass, crappie, and crawfish, 
full of beauty and wonder. 
Its esse seeps into a Cajun's soul. 

Standing between worlds 
is a glimpse of immortality, 
a time passage that remains 
under the Cypress rule.	

Resources:
https://www.nature.org/en-us/about-us/where-we-work/united-states/louisiana/stories-in-louisiana/the-atchafalaya-river-basin/ 
https://www.basinkeeper.org/theatchafalayabasin#:~:text=Other%20animals%20that%20call%20the,%2C%20armadillo%2C%20fox%20and%20opossum.


The Atchafalaya Basin by RL Brown

Across the boot parishes, a vast swampland exists where the Cypress reign as keepers of the river forest. 

Underneath a feathery dome, robed in reddish-bark with shields of twisted branches, resides the age-old kings. 

Gators serve as sentries guarding the murky waters below, instilling respect for life and doom for the ignorant.

Sinkholes, shifting sand, watchful eyes always stare, ever mindful of a changing landscape.

A river basin teams with bass, crappie, and crawfish, full of beauty and wonder. Its esse seeps into a Cajun's soul. 

Stagnant water breeds relentless mosquitoes. Yet, the yellow warbles and purple martins feast. 

Host to mink, otters, muskrats, bears, deer, and bobcats, this bayou exists for life and shares in its hardships.  

Standing between worlds is a glimpse of immortality, a time passage that remains under the Cypress' rule. 
"The Atchafalaya Basin comprises an area of 860,000 acres of swamps, lakes and water prairies. Cutting a 15-mile-wide path across South Louisiana, it is the largest and last great river-basin swamp. But to fully comprehend and appreciate the magnificence of the Atchafalaya, you must journey back to when the Atchafalaya was as nomadic as its people.
Coastal Prairie, and its adjacent marsh habitat, provided immense spaces for waterfowl and thousands of other forms of wildlife."
"Other animals that call the Atchafalaya home include the Louisiana black bear, white-tailed deer, bobcat, coyote, alligator, beaver, nutria, mink, otter, muskrat, armadillo, fox and opossum."
"The Atchafalaya Basin comprises an area of 860,000 acres of swamps, lakes and water prairies.With each new season, the Atchafalaya Swamp changes its face. Winter blows in isolation and despair as the frigid morning fog rolls across the basin swamp. Spring signals a rebirth as lush greens and vibrant purples reach forward to embrace its new season. Sunrise in the basin awakens its creatures as snakes slither, and alligators and turtles bask in the sunlight. As the sun descends on another day, an eerie silence hangs on until the haunting cry of the egret penetrates the morning."

https://www.nature.org/en-us/about-us/where-we-work/united-states/louisiana/stories-in-louisiana/the-atchafalaya-river-basin/

https://www.basinkeeper.org/the-atchafalaya-basin#:~:text=Other%20animals%20that%20call%20the,%2C%20armadillo%2C%20fox%20and%20opossum.

New sites to research: 

https://www.bsaswampbase.org/atchafalaya-swamp

July Haikus and Poems

Real magic is the time 
and effort you put into 
something.

The difference between a fable and a fariy tale is that in a fable you succeed by your own efforts. That is the essence of real magic. 
Solstice's rays stretch to reach 
Nighttide's inner boundaries
Summer bows
Nighttide catenates
thunderous speech showers from the sky
pattering the earth's surface
liquid sunshine seeps into the crusty dirt, 
nourishing deep roots. 

Showers of thunderous speech
oozing liquid sunshine
splattering the dirt
Sun captures glistening vapors
snapdragons retreat
pods of rebirth
Seeds are coming early this year.
Hidden in Nature Pic by RLBrown
(WIP)
Hidden in Nature

Dangling treasure
for avid adventurers,
hidden in nature. 
Dangling treasures
hidden in nature
for seekers to find......sought by

Tenacious trekkers
journey through a rarely seen
ribbon of time. 

Wanderers capture
moments of discoveries
and lasting memories.

Capturing moments
of discoveries
and lasting memories.

The patterned pathways of
speckled sunlight guiding
advid adventurers.

As evening wanes
sunlight etches closer to 
twilight's shade

Speckles of sunlight 
Sunlight etches closer to twilight's shade
as the evening wanes. 
emits pastel hue (cool Hue) Pastel hues color the evening sky.

long summer evenings
forrest and child
refuse to sleep.

Fireflies hover
tealights glow
keeping darkness at bay

Cicadas sing
tree shadows creep. 
Silence and night merge.
Yet little ones play in evening's twilight.

little ones frolic 
on moonbeams silvery stream
 till stillness comes.
 
Moonbeams
little ones frolic
under moonbeams slivery
till stillness comes

vanishing, tranformed by a moonbean   ---stars shine, night receds behind the stars. 
light infused into the night lighting a new path
till moonbeam 
cast a sprkled light or an infused ligh
shadows and light play againtill the night hush comes
to pour a sleeping draft,
draws the sleepy eyes 
darkness comes with a peacful rest. 



Night's hush pours it sleeping draft

Life frolics on the moonbeam.
It plays till Night's hush
moves stillness in and
draws the sleepy eyes
shut, all rest. 

{Plays till stillness comes.
The hush of night,
draws the sleepy eyes,
rest. 
Yet in the darkness
life does not sleep
It frolic till Night's hush
moves in stillness,
all rest.]

Dayshadows shines Pattern Pathways 
on twisted trails 
of speckled sunlight 
patterned pathways
of speckled sunlight 
on twisted trails
designed for 
rambling rovers,
giddy gadabouts,
avid adventurers, 
dogged drifters, 
and
tenacious trekkers.

fun to play with-
Tenacious trekkers travel twisted trails through time. time turns memories into laughter.
Twisted trails of speckled sunlight and patterned pathways traveled by avid adventurers, dogged drifters and tenacious trekkers. 
Wintry winds
whistling a ceaseless
threnody
Haiku Music Challenge
1. sunlight etches closer 
to twilight's shade, 
evening wanes 

2. long summer evenings 
forest and child 
refuse to sleep

Rhonda L Brown - USA

http://stardusthaiku.blogspot.com/p/blog-page.html submission instructions
submission - Stardust - August

June Haikus and Poems

A troubled matrix
dewdrops of torment 
stains
#HaikuSeed 
Mildew
Time spins laughter into memories and memories into laughter.
Summer Solstice

Solstice's rays stretch to reach 
Nighttide's inner boundaries
Summer bows
Nighttide catenates


Germanation of ideas:
chasing the night
unfurl, relents  
or
sun's rays 
outstretched-ahha
relents
or
sunrays chase away the night
unfurled, relents

sun rays stretch 
chasing nighttide's boundaries
unfurled, relents  
Summer Solstice

needs solstice in poem to identify purpose
Guess, guess, guess again,
kid-giggles on the inside
guessing games.

Time spins memories 
into laughter
and laughter 
into memories
Troutswirl Submission /July
 #HaikuSaturday
my grandson, he's twelve now, but still loves to laugh. pic.twitter.com/qoQoA5XVjZ
"Coach Moon confirms the big five will show," says Gally Vant, Earthwatch Magazine Reporter. 
"The planetary team will meet on June 23," says Coach Moon. 
"Will you be joining them this year?" Mrs. Vant asked. 
"Wouldn't miss it," says Coach Moon, " and you shouldn't either."
pathways of patterned sunlight
patterned pathways
speckled sunlight

patterned pathways
of speckled sunlight 
on twisted trails
designed for 
rambling rovers,
giddy gadabouts,
avid adventurers, 
dogged drifters, 
and
tenacious trekkers.

fun to play with-
Tenacious trekkers travel twisted trails through time.

Twisted trails of speckled sunlight and patterned pathways traveled by avid adventurers, dogged drifters and tenacious trekkers. 
stormy days
torrential rain
evening settles
to
walk above the clouds
life

stormy days settle to walk above the clouds
Summer colors vibrate, the wind hums, the sky swishes, and our insides giggle.

a view from a hammock
swaying in the breeze
the hammock giggles
Personification Haiku Dialogue Aug 3 2022


The wind hums
the clouds dance 
soft kisses,
in the cool
listening to the wind hum
watching the clouds dance

the sky swishes

May/ Haiku/Free Verse/Rhyme by RL Brown

Purchased clipart by Sakura
life's brief moments
full of beauty and splendor
raining
pink petals
we mourn

In memory of Robb Elementary school in Uvalde, Texas
tears of sadness flow
our hearts hurt 
for the families, friends, and the community.
A Pastoral Cacophony (WIP)

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.    
Senryu is about human nature

Breathe the sunlit air,
uproot weeds watered by tears,
stir the soul, start new.
 
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.           
Mountains of precipitous words echo constant reverberation.

Reach into the world of words to find perspicacity. 
cool zephyr breeze
flows over tender grasses 
goose pimples giggle.

hurricane prelude
whirlybirds in the wind
bliss ignorance

https://thehaikufoundation.org/per-diem-haiku-of-the-day-for-may-2022-early-childhood/#comment-141484
Photo by RL Brown, Gulfport, MS
Deep within my roots,
generational stories
intertwine.
Bifurcating branches
twist and wind upward,
etching life's wrinkles.
Her umbrella twirls
spreading crystalized sprinkles
everywhere #haikuseed (salt)
golden nuggets
set in a row,
juicy bites, 
what a delight, 
sweet corn! #haikusaturday 
The further south I traveled, the taller the corn stalks.
hurricane prelude
whirlybirds in the wind
bliss ignorance #HaikuSaturday (childhood memory) May 2022
green linear rows 
of soybeans zip by
destined for tofu,
edamame, soy nuts...
#haikusaturday traveling through the ARLAMISS

A Pastoral Cacophony

November 2022
Vol VII No IV
See final version on publised work page
A Pastoral Cacophony

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, twitters 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 the twilight's dew. A cappella chorus in one voice, sings a spring aria. 

Songbirds greet the morning with a pastoral cacophony. 

"siiih "siiih" "chink chink chink. Suddenly, the tempo changes and the chorus fades. A mockingbird's catcall signals a tail twitching taunt, kitty in the weeds. 

The aria ends with the soft adagio from a mourning dove. 
coo-ah coo-AH, Coo-OO-oo coo-coo-coo. 

Antiphon: alternate singing by two groups. 
Adagio: A tempo having slow movement; restful at ease.
Lilt: a pleasant gentle swinging rhythm, a characteristic rising and falling in the tune. 
Photo by Andrew Patrick on Pexels.com
A Haiku: 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 lilt.

A rainbow shimmers in the morning dew, 
colorful warblers echo a descant. 

An a cappella chorus singing a spring aria,
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,  
Antiphon: alterrnate singing by two groups. 
Adagio: A tempo having slow movement; restful at ease.
Lilt: a pleasant gentle swinging rhythm, a characteristic rising and falling in the tune. 
kitty in the weeds
bluejay's catcall
a tail twitching taunt #HaikuSeed taunt