Planting to Harvest
Did more haiku, about gardening because that’s an earthy subject. had a different thumbnail for this before but can’t find it so inserting this one in the meantime. originally posted this in april 2022.
Beatrice Santello Part 2 - #12
Image by haiku oezu. simple but so appropriate. that evening bea took dinner in her room while she went over the documents as carefully as she could. she didn't speak lawyereese, but she understood most of the fine print.
Weekly Haiku: Wolf
The moon shone brightly Fresh dew twinkled like the stars A lonely wolf howled
The Legacy of the Azerothian Skies 2
His movement like a haiku waiting to be written, his strength like a finely-sharpened axe cutting through a thick log and his looks making even the ancient relics wither away in shame. in her eyes, he was perfection itself.
The Love of Takahashi Yoishi: Part One
"you paint, write haiku, _and_ play the shakuhachi? i would like to hear you play." the shakuhachi was the japanese bamboo flute that had originally been brought over from the mainland.
Bite
### Bite Nip gently my ears / Tease your teeth along my neck / Graze fur and bite down / Walking through packed crowds / Hidden beneath my collar / You're ever present / Marked clearly as yours / Soft paws linger on my flank / Remembering...
Willow and Wisteria ~ Chapter 4 ~
He knew that he was in some hospital for his prior crisis – the origins still unknown because the diagnosis was ‘not a heart attack,’ and he was too busy having haiku brain damage and this latest crisis for his doctors to get to the point – so he knew in the
Where Is My Wolf At? - An Adastra-inspired Poem
Where is my Wolf at? Amicus, you big dumb dog, Where did you run to? Where is my Wolf at? He'll be late for his trials, Cato will be mad. Where is my Wolf at? Cass and Alex are scheming, Something isn't right. Where is my Wolf...
Letting Go
Dipping her brush into the ink again, she set back to the center of the page with a haiku and then added her name. she read the message four or five times, clutching the upper portion of her right arm with white knuckles.
Spinning Straw
### Spinning Straw thatch-roofed farmer's born inside the loft new hare amid golden straw snow fur like fresh milk ladled out in silver bowls over discussion an adoption—how? son visits daily chores bringing blankets winter fabric comes...
Collected Words of a powerless and tired man
The following verses of spoken word (and one haiku) are some things i have written down when i felt the need.
Sensation
### Sensation Feasting eyes ensnared / Transfixed by chiseled marble / Your muzzle artwork / Soft moans, quiet gasps / Deep rumbling builds like charges / Roar demolition / Gentle caressing / Gives way to firm grips and strokes / Claws, bites,...