Stars shine so brightly, But to us they’re mere pinpoints, Except for our sun.
Occasionally, Caught unaware by sunbeams, We open our eyes.
There are those who say, We have the right not to wear, Masks if we so choose. Dictators once ruled, Neighbors denouncing neighbors, Hitler Stalin Mao. But Americans, Are free to love and to care, Use that freedom well.
Flames crackle and burn, Keeping us warm in winter, Yet they can kill us.
Beginnings are fun, We start something new with hope, But change is scary.
The soft earth opens, Dark and fertile giving life, To the seeds of hope. This is the last poem I’ll post until after NaNoWriMo.
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We all need to eat, Experts tell us what is best, Who knows your body?
Back in June, I wrote a haiku consisting entirely of emojis. It was fun to do this shopping list, and today, I have another one for you, although of a different type. 🔋 💡 🔦 🕯 🔌 📷 🖨 ☎️ 📺 📻 ⏰ ⌚️ 🔭 🔨 🧯 🔧 🔬
Stand looking up at, The clear night sky above you, Hope and potential.
The sunflower shows, That the sun’s rays are echoed, In all that is life.
The world is changing, Faster than it ever could, Without permission.
Rainbow flowers float, On a blue pond in sunshine, Embrace life fully.
If the sun could speak, It might say that we must be, Good to each other.
The one-word prompt was “detective.” Who is the killer? Who’s taken the life of one, Before time itself. Into the unknown, Asking questions of those left, To find the killer. The truth is out there, The detective must find it, Before it decays.
Christmas stockings are, Hanging ready by the hearth, Empty and waiting.
We all must have one, Or we would not know ourselves, Nameless forgotten.
Eight billion people, Stand with six feet between them, Each one all alone.
One hundred fifty, Days writing on this website, It never gets old.
Kids play in sunshine, Laughter friendship happiness, Outlives all of us.
I’ve stopped writing letters as a regular feature, but I had a lot of fun with them. Here is the letters category page. I’ve been sitting here trying to think which letter is my favorite. For seriousness and sort of philosophy, it’s definitely the one to the Pacific Ocean. I’ve had to pick three “other”Continue reading “Looking back at Letters”
I’ve been rereading Harry Potter recently, and the word “dungeon” occurs rather frequently. They’re dark and fearsome, but what is a dungeon, exactly? I mean, I’ve never actually been in one. I’m working on a book called “Written in Stone,” a fantasy romance, which involves a dungeon or two, so the word’s going to comeContinue reading “Dungeon”
To open the sky, Or to hurt and to hinder, The power of words.
The torture chamber, Buzzes with activity, Lives ruined for nothing.
The one-word prompt was “second.” I am not the first, I do not live long at all, I get the last word.
Over nose and mouth, To keep the world safe for all, Mask if you can please.
Warm sun and cool breeze, Children laugh somewhere nearby, A beautiful day.
Prompt: Air. Take in a deep breath, The people who’ve lived before, Have shared it with you.
Chill wind blows over, The high craggy mountain top, Wish I could feel it.
Words live in our minds, We add new ones throughout life, Faithful friends always.
Pieces of our lives, Are glued together in ways, That make new stories.
Snowflakes flutter down, Flung indiscriminately, By God’s loving hands.
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Over the mountains, An ocean lies waiting for, You to explore it.
Let’s help each other, Encouragement means a lot, As we live our lives.
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Somebody used the word “ramshackle” on Twitter. It’s a fun word, in spite of its not so fun meaning, so here’s a ramshackle haiku. The roof leaks badly, It’s freezing cold in winter, But I was born there.
Dear Summer, Spring is just too wet, Fall is nice but it’s not you, Winter is too cold. Yours truly, Hyacinth Grey
The kitchen fills with, Wonderful scents of spices, Holiday season.
Tick tick tick tick tick, Students in classrooms waiting, For the bell to ring.
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The writing prompt for this haiku was the first word that popped into my head: “house.” The outside’s not much, Walls and windows roof and doors, The inside is home.
Dear My Internal Editor, You help me work hard, Through long days of revision, But sometimes you’re mean. Yours truly, Hyacinth Grey
I’ve been reading A Brief History of Japan by Jonathan Clements, which contains vivid descriptions of the armadas sent by Kublai Khan to attack Japan. This haiku is written from the perspective of an “observer” floating in the sea. A hail of arrows, Sounds of wind and war cries fierce, Hot blood meets cold sea.
Dear Time, If you were my dad, I would never once be late, Also not human. Yours truly, Hyacinth Grey
Dancer in silk robes, Infused with the rising sun, Inspiration tea.
I post a haiku on Mondays, but I can never have too many and I like starting them with writing prompts. Prompt (first word that popped into my head): find A computer screen, The mind wishing to know things, Hands on the keyboard.
Blue all around me, Oxygen tank on my back, The ocean is warm.
Abandoned buildings, Dusty gray and sky the same, Black mud underfoot.
The world upside down, Testimony of outlaws, Painted on tombstones.