Youth is the springtime
Summer and fall we live – grow
Winter when we’re old
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I was reading this bit of poetry this morning on Black and Write and it inspired me to write this Haiku. Thanks Dom for the inspiration.
Youth is the springtime
Summer and fall we live – grow
Winter when we’re old
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I was reading this bit of poetry this morning on Black and Write and it inspired me to write this Haiku. Thanks Dom for the inspiration.
Dish rattling thunder
Lots of loud bomb-sounding bursts
Quick lightning flashes
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I can say that in all my years of being a part of storms, the one we are in right now has to be one of the loudest I have ever heard. The thunder is so loud at times it sounds like a cannon is going off next door. The lightning flashes are also so bright that even in a lighted house they still make me squint. Crazy spring storm. How about you? What is the loudest storm you’ve ever been in?
Secret lovers meet
A dark seedy motel room
Hot burning passion
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2 shots in the night
Figure races from the scene
The motel room burns
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For more prompts like “fire” go here: Haiku Horizons
Blowing in the breeze
A tree in full spring time bloom
White-out conditions
I fall into dreams
Anything is possible
While I am sleeping
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For more prompts like “sleep” go here: haikuhorizons.wordpress.com
Spring storm waking up
In the deep parts of the night
Soft thunder rumbles
This Haiku was inspired by this post: Sherry Fundin.
Check out her site for awesome book reviews and occasional side bars.
She has been a big supporter of mine. Thanks Sherry for all you’ve done for me.
Here’s the Haiku:
A boat on the water
Sails full, filled with warm salt air
Sea breeze in my face
Sound of ghostly cries
Lost weeping soul tormented
Haunting dusty halls
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For more prompts like “weep” go here: Haiku Horizons
Soft grayness lingers
Milky clouds, empty of rain
Threaten the sunshine
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How about a song to kick start the weekend?