Complementary
high impact combination
nature's color scheme
March 2 book
Flip a page
Mark a page
Read again, a book in hand.
March 3 soup
Slow down, take the time
make a pot of savory stew
share with a friend or two
Savory and warm
tomato soup with grilled cheese
diagional cut
Moons of MarchSky looks down on earth
with the dark eye of a new moon,
spring winks at the stars.
Seeds shed winter's shield
roots stretch in fertile dirt-
March howls for spring's warmth.
Loam stirs, breaking free-
muddling nightcrawlers rise
under the worm moon.
Foretoken of spring
Marsh marigolds in damp fields
Hooverflies delight
Terrestrial tides collide
rising high, but twice a year.
sun and moon poised.
A morrowless day
arriving on the equinox
perfectly balanced.
Sugar Moon shines down-
sweet maples release sap
as March winds breathe change.
March festivals
Frolic with the daffodils
Wye Mtn, Moss Mtn, AR
Zephyr carries spring seeds
Nightcrawlers dig underground moats
Loam provides their needs
#Haiku_Challenge March 16/Zephyr
Morning Glory
Photo by Tiu1ec3u Bu1ea3o Tru01b0u01a1ng on Pexels.com
fortoken of spring,
howling winds, blue sky, green grass
March winds breathe change
three hundred year oak
stretches toward sun's warmth
new season to bloom
#HaikuSaturday #Haiku_Chanllenge/zeith
Photos by RL Brown/Moss Mtn, AR
March 17, 2023
Nonfiction Narrative of a true navigator-Eleanor Creesy was the first navigator to sail a new supply route around Cape Horn and set a speed record that none could beat/ Excerpt from Navigating Stormy Seas/ (Sing to the Wellerman’s Tune)
In 1851, the clipper ship Flying Cloud raced from New York to San Francisco in just 89 days, 21 hours.
During the California Gold Rush, fortunes were made or lost in sleek clipper ships. The route often took more than a hundred days. But in 1851, the Flying Cloud carried $50,000 worth of cargo from New York to San Francisco around the tip of South America in record-breaking time under the command of Josiah Perkins Creesy Jr. and his wife and navigator Eleanor Creesy. Two years later, they broke their own record by 13 hours, a record that still stands.
The Daring Navigator of the Flying Cloud: The Eleanor Creesy Story by RL Brown
The Flying Cloud’s a clipper ship,
with billowing sails of canvas white,
Filled to the brim, we catch the wind
weather foul or fair- huh
Heave ho and aweigh we go,
bring the sugar and hopes of gold.
Heave ho and away we go,
We’re bound for Californ-i-O.
Five hundred tons, she's weighted down,
yet the race is on to blaze a trail
The captain’s eye is bent t’ward speed
We sail with’a sailor's prayer. Huh
Heave ho and aweigh we go,
bring the coffee and pans for gold.
Heave ho and aweigh we go
We’re bound for Californ-i-O.
Two saboteurs tried to sink the ship
By drilling holes in the beams below
But the first mate heard a handy tip
And took those villains down.
Heave ho and aweigh we go,
We fight against both wind and men.
Heave ho and aweigh we go,
we’re bound for Californ-i-O.
The best navigator on the sea.
plotting a course that none could beat.
Eleanor Creesy set the pace,
long, long ago- huh.
Heave ho and aweigh we go,
sugar, coffee, and tools for gold.
Heave ho and aweigh we go,
we’re bound for Californ-i-O.
The Clipper Ship Flying Cloud
Josiah Perkins Creesy, Jr. commanded the ship, and, uncommon for the time, his wife Eleanor navigated. As a child in Massachusetts, she had learned navigation skills from her seafaring father.
Credit: The Bancroft Library, University of California, Berkeley
WIP
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?
Your faith can be likened to a train with an engine and a caboose. Putting your energy/belief in God and His Word is like putting your energy/ fuel (the coal) into the train engine, and it moves forward. If you place your energy (the coal) into the caboose, your feelings, the train doesn't move. Feelings wobble, constantly change, hurl you forward or hold you back. Emotions should not take the lead; they can spiral you out of control if you weigh yourself with them. We have free will by which we balance head and heart and live. by RLBrown
shadows hide, lurking beneath (the fog)
Light invades, droplets dissipate, shadows revealed.
living life in a fog, drifting desparately
a seasonal leaf
grounding roots
friends are the rings inside
January submission The Monthy Kakai-(Gratitude) by RL Brown
A clarion call on gradient winds, eagles hitch a ride. (January sky) #poetry, #haiku,
snow falling lightly
moonbeams prance
nestled deep, all sleep
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.
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
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 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.
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-
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.
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
A friend and I above the clouds swinging free on a porch in Mountain View, AR. #haikusaturday I hope to visit one more time before she sells. pic.twitter.com/CMSuHM4BJ9
brontebrown2 