a rainbow

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1410 Rainbow (short-haibun)

“I have a wonderful haiku by Kobayashi Issa for you, that haiku you have to use or at least a “revision” of it. Write your short-haibun, with a maximum of 100 words (including the haiku) and share it with us all.”

evening’s fall colors –
the rainbow in the valley
fades away

© Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828)

Here is my attempt:

A late afternoon rain left a sweet scent on the grass.  October leaves fell
in a swirl of gold and crimson, lighting the evening like a russet rainbow.

fading with evening
a rainbow of fall leaves
russet reminders


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A Wave

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “Write Here.  Write Now.”
(posted by Paul John Dear)
“Write me a piece about living in the moment . . . that place where time stops.”

“Forever is composed of nows.”~Emily Dickinson.

A wave is rolling toward the shore,
only this and nothing more.

(with a nod to Edgar Allan Poe)



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Graffiti or Not?

Written for:  Poetic Asides 2018 April PAD Challenge – Day 18
Write a temptation poem.

A poster glued to building’s wall,
so large in glare of midday sun.
I heard the magic marker’s call.

A mustache would be loads of fun
to draw on such a sneering face;
I would sketch it with great aplomb.

Perhaps a beard? Not out of place,
or pair of spectacles might do
to cover vacant eyes that glaze

over when questioned without a clue.
Last of all, an ear-muff hat
to distract from a bad hairdo.

Oh, I really must have at
that orange face of blandness.
Lend me a marker, it’s an art attack.

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Love Cut Short

Written for:  Poetics Aside 2018 April PAD Challenge – Day 17
Two-for-Tuesday – Write a love/anti-love poem.

She was the only true love of his life,
never a question–they belonged together.
In their youth, she was sure she’d become his wife.
He turned nineteen. Uncle Sam had other

plans. Her love was drafted to serve his country.
Writing when he could, he hoped she would wait,
proudly passed her photo ’round for all to see.
Protests and body counts raged back in the States.

Filled with foreboding, she received no mail.
At her job, she could no longer focus.
MIA, they said. She saw a black veil
seal her fate, with a dubious prognosis.

One year passed. A soldier rang her bell
bearing letter and photo rescued from hell.

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Blue and White Escape

Written For:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Day 17, Tuesday Platform
(posted by Kerry)

The OPTIONAL extra today is the work of 20th Century artist, Wassily Kandinsky. Visit his page at WikiArt, select the image that speaks to you and WRITE! The artwork is in the public domain, so Fair Use principles apply to its use.


Blue rider
Wassily Kandinsky-1903

Cloaked in blue
he rides the legendary
white horse under
protection of moon,
knowing myths of magic
about the horse are true.
Heads for heart
of the forest, seeking
a spot where they could
both be free from evil.


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emptied box

Written for:  The Twiglets – “emptied box”

emptied of all treasure,
it was simply an old shoe box.

empty box
allows imagination
to fill it with wonders

There once was an empty box
in which Joe used to store his socks
it contained only singles
that refused to co-mingle
so Joe paired them like bagels and lox


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Oh Chute!

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Day 16
Write a poem that incorporates the idea of a child’s game.  (posted by Rommy)

Oh chute, broken ladder,
and I was going to prune
that tree, you know,
the one looks like candy-
land when we spruce it up
for Christmas. Quite
an operation, that. Chores,
chores, chores. What is life
for, when time is never spare?
Maybe I will inspect our
basement. No one has a clue
about how those raccoons
are getting in. Well Jim,
I best be on my way. See you
on Sunday.



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Stay Tuned

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #347
Words:  inject, channel, confess, tale, sect, torrid, align, treat, dress, check, sand, traverse

Check in with your emergency channel
where a panel of weather experts
will address the torrid sand storms
traversing across ten states.
We are treating this as a Category
One. Tales are being confirmed
that entire sections of these
states have zero visibility.
National Guard is aligned,
however, we must confess
that all reports are not in
as yet. You will be informed
as soon as we have further
information. We do not intend
this broadcast to inject fear.
Simply stay tuned.



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No Immunity

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – Day 15
“Serendipity and a Poet” (posted by Gillena)

Read three poems by François Villon
CHOOSE: one that you like and,
DISTIL: from one of them, a quote.
CONSTRUCT: based on your understanding or appreciation of the quote, a new poem, using any Poetry form you choose.
PLEASE: stay within 100 words.
SHARE: and add a link to the Villon poem you chose.
PREFACE: your newly written poem, with your quote and with credit given to François Villon
READ the poems of fellow poets in the linky.

“What though the beauty I love and serve be cheap,
ought you to take me for a beast or fool?”

Begging on the gray streets.
in Winter’s witchy chill
at mercy of wretched or dastardly cheats.
Why do you bear her such ill will
when she has chosen a profession
that allows for food and roof?
Though you might consider it to be
a transgression, if not for for fortune,
that might be your truth.



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Written for:  Poetic Asides 2018 April PAD Challenge – Day 16
Write a favorite poem.

fudge-y and cake-y
hot from the oven or frozen,
icing not needed.
If served warm, pair with ice cream.
All ways work, brownies are swell.

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