Complementary
high impact combination
nature's color scheme
complementary combination inner beauty
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
diagonal 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
Hoverflies 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
foretoken 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_Challenge/zeith
Photos by RL Brown/Moss Mtn, AR
March 17, 2023
When we ignore God's design for us, we travel the road of fools. When we ignore the Holy Spirt's call to pray, we search for significance. When we ignore hope and water weeds with bitter tears, we fall into depths of despair. When we ignore the yearning for spiritual things, we sacrifice character. When we ignore God's design to fill us with His love, we walk alone.
When we hear God whisper, we see with clarity.When we love our soul like the soil loves the tree, we are secure. When we hope through unanswered prayers, trust is restored. When we listen with the self God designed, we walk in faith.
Above is a rewrite of a post from last year.
When your soul has lost the fear of God’s design, you travel the road of fools.
When your soul’s meaningful purpose is lost, you search for your significance.
When you separate your soul from your heart, you fall into depths of despair.
When your soul is empty, you fill it with things.
When your soul yearns for love, you sacrifice your character.
But...
When your soul listens for God's whisper, you discern the words of the fool.
When your soul is filled with meaning, you find your purpose.
When your soul is linked to Jesus, you are filled with understanding.
When your soul is full, you pour out God’s wondrous love.
When your soul is loved, you stand your ground.
Truth-
Jesus is the solid rock, immovable and perfect.
God’s design is for you to know HIM.
spring buds pop their heads, February trickery, winter snaps, not yet! Published
Feb 11 winter's shield hoarfrost, snow blanket survive or succumb #HaikuSaturday #haiku
rewrite for NaHaWriMo little ones frolic under silvery moonbeams till stillness comes
a sparkled light cast night recedes behind the stars tomorrow sleeps
Feb 18 varied highs and lows February vacillates spring's on its way
Photos by RL Brown
Nature's mystery sprightly beads nestle betwixt succulent leaves
Pearly light of glistening eyes echoes a dance of the coming spring.
@NaHaiWriMo
Feb 1 daybreak morning’s blush slips through the mizzling mist published
Feb 2 dawn/birdsong Antiphonal tweets robins, warblers, and blackbirds sing dayspring's symphony rewrite: pastoral harmony robins, warblers, blackbirds antiphonal tweets
Feb 3 crowing rooster A crimson trim comb Proud strut, perched high. Good morning world
Feb 4 sunrise morning’s song returns chee-pippety-chee spring arias
Feb 5 Breakfast peel double whop, pop biscuits fried light and golden sprinkle sugar dust
Feb 6 morning the morning light hums dreams dance in dawn's shadow young hearts sing
Feb 7 Missed breakfast Can't wait for lunch time to graze, brunch
Feb 8 ELEVENSES An elvish break peanut butter and banana RIP Elvis.
Feb 9 Noon high noon shadows hide under feet
Feb 10 Lunch teacher on the run, recess, copier, meeting lunch in hand.
Feb 11 Midday a contagious yawn a midday stretch What comes after ELEVENSES?
Feb 12 nap time little ones play till stillness draws the sleepy eyes shut all rest.
Feb 13 teatime front porch cool breeze scones, clotted cream, preserves Iced cold bourbon tea
Feb 14 afternoon out-of-town son calls visit with elderly neighbor afternoon delight
Feb 15 Happy Hour family conversations around the dinner table happy hours
Feb 16 Dinner break a few rules cold pizza for breakfast, hot pancakes for dinner Yum!
Photo by R. Bronte Brown/ South Korea
Feb 17 Magic Hour/Golden Hour silvery moonbeams night recedes behind the stars tomorrow sleeps in dreams
Feb 18 Sunset evening wanes sunlight etches closer to twilight's shade (reference to age -etch-wrinkles)
Feb 19 blue hour sky colors ripple a unique aerial view coming down down down
Feb 20 Twilight cicadas sing silence merges with darkness tree shadows creep
Feb 21 Dusk fireflies hover low in eventide tealights flicker
Feb 22 Evening evening sounds surround life nestles, tweets and twitters cease swissssh goes the porch swing
Feb 23 Vespers Violet skies of royalty evensong of repentance, Ash Wednesday
Feb 24 Bedtime Bedside, on my knees whispers ascend to heaven I lay down to sleep
Whispering to heaven before I lay down to sleep. My dreams and hopes
whispers of wishes ascending to heaven as I lay down to sleep.
evanescing pass out of sight, memory, or existence. "water moves among reeds, evanescence, shines" To dissipate or disappear like vapor.
Feb 25 the eleventh hour America's demise wokeness disinformation downfall from within
Discernment's gift facts vs narratives dividing truth from opinion
Discernment's gift is dividing truth from lies- fact vs opinions
Feb 26 Midnight Snack An internal clock wakes hubby at 12:01 sleep walks to the fridge
Feb 27 Wee hours Wee morning hours Perseid meteor show July and August
Feb 28 death haiku 1. autumn falls silent under the evening snow 2. Winter winds whistling, Indian summer's last stance, bowing gracefully Feb 28 Last Hour /death haiku Thanatos’ grim triumph- fallen, betrayed from within The Afghan Thirteen,
Above all by Michael W Smith.
Above all powers above all kings above all nature and all created things. Above all kingdoms above all thrones above all wonders, the world has ever known.
Better Than Starbucks Poetry and Fiction Journal November 2022 Vol VII No IV
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 Capella 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.
My inspiration for this poem came one spring morning while listening to bird songs at dawn's light. The slow build of antiphonal tweets and the sudden end, orchestrated by my cat, Tom, reminded me of Bolero by Ravel.
Short version: TopTuesdayTweets 80 WC spring February 13 Spring Haibun by rbrontebrown Good morning, Sunshine. Rewrite of Spring Sings
Stretching through morning’s dew, the sunlight cracks at dawn. Nestlings fluff their feathers and squish together to listen to their twitter-song.
The red-breasted robins engage in antiphonal tweets. Jenny-wren adds her chee-pippety-chee-chee as colorful warblers chime-in. A cacophony echoes in dewy twilight.
Goose pimples giggle as my toes squish in the tender grass. A cool zephyr breeze flows, inviting the day to begin. Butterflies dance atop neighboring blooms, suddenly-
a Blue-jay catcall! Signals a tail-twitching taunt, kitty in the weeds.
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)
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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, Coffee, sugar and tools for goal 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 bow dips low as we ‘round Cape Horn’ Her reckonings broke the old sea’s chain. A course so true that none could beat. for hundred years, a matchless feat. 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 (glisten)
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.
Jungle Gym on steroids Welcome, all humanoids Imagination Play Station Parallel universe- TRAPezoids. #LimerickSunday #LimerickRhyme Outside play station in Korea
The night star shines through the night illumatinating the way
a single voice announces, the king's arrival, to live among us.
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.
on a morrowless day nighttide meets at winter's gate light concatenates
#haiku #HaikuSaturday #haikuseed
winter solstice Dec 21, 2022
6 facts about the winter solstice
The magic moment. While many focus on the winter solstice as a day in the calendar, what we are actually talking about is a very specific moment which is over almost as soon as it has begun. ...
The Sun stands still. ... Winter begins. ... Nine hours darker. ... The earliest sunset. ...
8 fascinating facts about the summer solstice
It arrives like clockwork. ... Time stands still. ... It's not the earliest sunrise of the year. ... It's been observed throughout human history. ... Flooding the Nile. ... Greek feasts. ... Ancient Roman celebration of home and hearth. ... It's still celebrated around the world today. March/ September Spring Equinox March Equinox
Terrestrial tides collide rising high, but twice a year. sun and moon poised.
A morrowless day arriving on the equinox perfectly balanced.
January sky Its sheer so clear, so blue. Nothing leaves a mark.
Wintry sky shear blue bright and clear cirrus trails Shear Cirrus trails in the clear, wintry blue sky.
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.
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-Lantern smiles at me.
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-Lantern smiles at me.
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A HALLOWEEN LIMERICK
A HALLOWEEN LIMERICK
Jasper, the ghost, refuses to float. Over water, his stomach would bloat. Nightshades took pity- Takes him to the city. Cruising across the moat by boat.
Vincent roams the skies by night, foraging for flower nectar to bite. The flowers all hid, afraid of this kid. Vanishing by morning’s light..
Nettie, the spider, tosses silk threads. The wind carries her over the farmstead. Free to roam, for a new home. Spinning her web by the woodshed.
Pumpkin Pete sits in a patch, grim. He wishes for a face that would grin. Along came a farmer, who's a great carver! Beaming at guests entering the inn.
Shelton Bones travels by scooter never honking the horn tooter Ghosts cry yoohoo, bats screech boohoo. Skidding downhill, he runs over Rooster.
Luna wishes to fly by moonlight seeks a moonbeam to steady her flight. sleight hullabaloo incoming cockatoo Tail-spinning, Luna flies till midnight.
WIP
Fading fast and hard to see spirits hiding in the tree. one to four watch them soar Oh no! It's time to flee.
The old scarecrow frightens Jeanie because she is such teeny weenie. tiny in size, 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 frolic and play till midnight. she frolics and plays past midnight
The great horn owl
a dinner of mice is a quite nice hootie hoot hoot, what a coot
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! The 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.
October Haiku
little ones frolic
under silvery moonbeams
till stillness comes
a sparkled light cast
night recedes behind the stars
tomorrow sleeps
---
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.
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
The Korean Folk Village
weeping willows
water lanterns
twilight shift
Morning's blush
slips through the
mizzling mist.
Haiku Pond/Water Published @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
brontebrown2 
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