MHaikuPoetry

Fair or Devious

IWH Weekly Haiku Challenge

Forged red at morning—

Conjures ominous warning—

Barring fairs ‘for dusk—

Thank you Susi for hosting!!

The Maize

Hélène’s weekly poetry challenge—a haiku…

Hélène’s Weekly Challenge

I could find my path—

Through dead ends of my choosing—

If I were a mouse—

And many thanks to Susi

Older and Newer

Etched into my brain—

Old numbers from memory—

Rotary dialed—

In the wintery firs—

Making memories copy right—

In outdoor fashion—

Return From Whence Thou Came… #writephoto

Written for Sue Vincent’s photo write prompt “Blade”. Thanks for hosting Sue!! Thanks for the idea Hèléne

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I offer up this blade, back to the god from which it came

Embark the age of which mankind’s damnation grows

From men who molten stone to steel—strike down their thoughtless brash

Enough! of the blood of mine own conjuration!

Those very holes exhumed—quarry perfect crypts or foundry tomb.

Take this medal of death—Go now and do thy deed!

High Camp Waterfall Double

Falling mist rainbows —

Amidst high shearing granite—

Converging to one—

Not waiting for nought—

Forcing boulders endlessly—

Inching to the sea—

Finding Peace

Those peaceful moments—

Align our soulful delight—

With silent solace—

Old Growth

Below the forested canopy old mossy timber prevails above its own darkness, casting shadows on shadows, listing in subtle breezes, groaning beneath their own immensity

The Editor

Highlighted flaws stare

Dots em dashes commas glare

Perfecting words’ flow

Who Am I

A minute or years-

Matters not to the grand scheme-

Always have I been-

Forever I remain-

My core expands inward-

Upward and outward-

“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing—a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process—an integral function of the universe.”

Buckminster Fuller

New Life (triple)

Beautifully born-

Of passions unrestrained love-

Help me hold not hate-

My eyes will I see-

Your hope and zeal unfeigned-

Or blanket disdain-

Choose wisely your words

For though quiet I observe-

Each utter you make-