Enjoy again the themes, first line renga and haiga from the last two weeks on THE DAILY HAIKU to showcase your favourite haiku, write new and share with friends.
Daily Themes:
NIGHT
RIVER
STARS
VOLCANO
MOON
LIGHT
FORGET
CELESTIAL
BELLS
MOSS
Pick n Mix 10 minute haiku challenge chance to pick your own theme and go with the flow
DEEP
PAPER MOON
ALCOHOL
BRANCHES
DOORS
HARES
Impromptu Themes: from Ravi Kiran: CHERRY BLOSSOM
EASTER to mark that holiday for those who celebrate
HEALTH to mark #worldhealthday21 #WorldHealthDay2021
Bonus Themes:
Morning
Evening
Weekly Themes: SCULPTURE & SUNLIGHT
Season Word#5 FROG
Season Word#6 NEST
Slow Renga First Lines
To inspire new haiku, use the same first line and see what comes
at different points in the day, encouraging a deeper connection to emerge…
Haiga:
8 Comments on “Conversation 71: THE DAILY HAIKU Themes 27 March – 9 April 2021”
Yesterday evening
Balcony sunlight drifted
Away too quickly
Winter cold returned
New chicks shivered in their nests
Lagged with lichens
I froze whilst sleeping
Woke up full of cold
Couldn’t refrain from sneezing
Argued about that
Where to sneeze, how to sneeze, when
Elbows or tissues
We need more sunshine
Summer won’t be long
Spring cleaning being complete
We will make believe
Paper moon on cardboard seas
Watch the ship go down
Nest tidy. Chores done
Cake ate. Whiskey drunk
A bitter sweet symphony
These love birds tweeting
Sweet texts to one another
About being home
Let their bodies rest now
Enough feathering of nests
Quietly close the door
Wonderful collection of haiku Richard, thanks so much for sharing – the last haiku is deeply moving and the final line ‘quietly close the door’.
New Haiku written with as many themes as I can from some of the themes from 27th March 2021 to 09th April 2021. -Carolyn❤🦊
#Celestial, #moon, #light, #night, #stars, #river
1.
Celestial moon-
light in night full of stars;
river reflects
#forget, #bells, #volcano
2.
How could we forget
church bells, warning of danger
as volcano blew.
#sunlight, #frog #sculpture, #moss
3.
Even in sunlight,
the frog sculpture was green
with overgrown moss.
#CherryBlossom, #nest
4.
Festooned with Cherry Blossom, the birds at their nest;
Looked like newlyweds.
#health, #Easter/Ostara,
How are you feeling
now Ostara is here; spring
flowers, eggs exchanged.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2021.
What a delightful collection Carolyn thank you for sharing
Looking back at a few favourites of mine during this period:
this is how
I drew sun when I was young
full to bursting
cut
the sky bleeds
until it heals
the last of a sun
kisses my crouching shadow
amongst the old weeds
peeping
from deep winter beds
first blush of thrift
cloud splinters
this day on its hinges
wavering
swollen from rain
once hushed moss spill secrets
back from whence they came
now I know sunlight
is an old woman knitting
wearing a warm smile
the day ends
spun sunlight on a fields edge
alchemy
warm breeze
brings me your news of elsewhere
maps a closeness
we found at the end
a held hand – a stayed gaze
all else forgotten
this calm sea
forgets not itself
confessional tides
afternoon light
our shadows lengthen
sun dials
afternoon mist
fields beaded with cobwebs
ghost brides
this moon
a shut mouth amongst
a white noise of stars
I choose to rest here
where a stream talks to itself
and wind sculpts shelter
sandcastles
as the tide comes in
his first tears
Frog – I see
the prince in you
even if you cannot.
the river flow
free and resting
always knows
When oh when
will we play pooh sticks again
together?
midnight
puts her glad rags on
parties ’til dawn
cold spring afternoon
I light the fire earlier
coax you from your room
cling to the last thread of you
as you count the days to leave
my first tanka in response to the blog on TANKA https://thegreatmargin.org/conversations/conversation-69-getting-to-know-tanka/
In response to the bonus themes:
dawn chorus
everyone wanting
to use the bathroom
#morning
slip off your clothes
put on the dark slowly
tease out the stars
#evening
some of mine on these themes –
NIGHT
We push the Night back
by one hour, now it’s lighter:
the Moon feels naked
RIVER
I miss bright rivers:
the salmon swimming upstream,
caught in our quick hands
VOLCANO
The volcano laughed
at the idea that the earth
was not alive
MOON
Moon in the bucket –
You’ve read too many poems, yet
You still trap it there
LIGHT
It shifts and tunes – light
in the sky and light from the sea,
the same blue yellow
We feel it change us
as we lighten up – each cell
deheavies, aerates,
As for this moment,
in the endless afternoon,
we’re birds or something
FORGET
Unforget the Spring
As the bird does flight
As the bird does song,
BELLS
The bellringer
pulls down sound sung in air
In tilting metal
The hours cascade –
A call, a summoning,
This iron weather
MOSS
Emeralds of moss
On the bicycle seat:
It’s been too long
DEEP
He walks till the floor
of the pool slopes away:
such deep, blue pressure
BRANCHES
Bend like the willow,
fingers to toes, reach from
heaven to earth
DOORS
6th Birthday Party,
Children hid under the bed
From the magician
7th Birthday Party,
magician hid behind the door
from the children
HARES
Ostara dawn –
white birds call the new day,
green from Earth
Love the Moon in a bucket and the Doors/children/magician. And your work in general, Sarah