“sun’s reflection”

Written for:  Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #83 – Renga With . . .  
Sun’s Reflection

icicles (1)

Icicles (photo © Gita Photos _ Ron Hallam)

“You all know what to do but I will give you the task again. You have to add the two-lined stanza between the haiku. You may choose your own “line-up”. Try to make it a closed chain by creating the “closing verse” or “ageku” associated on the “hokku” or “starting verse”. Have a great weekend.”

Narcissus
in love with his reflection
vainglorious guy

he could not love anyone
as much as he did himself

snowdrops blooming
waving goodbye to Winter
nearly Spring

                                                                                      welcoming hydrangea
                                                                                       pom-poms in every hue

 

icicles hanging
at the gutter of the old mansion
sun’s reflections

change them to  icy diamonds
                                                                                      destined to melt with Spring’s warmth

this cold winter night
laying naked under my quilt
feels like summer

my skin glows with warmth of quilt
                                                                                       and that of you by my side

messenger of heaven
circling high above my head –
re-thinking my life

how much time did I spend
                                                                                       helping those less fortunate

Ageku:

light of ember
mysterious shadows on the wall –
a cool summer night

reflections of myself
                                                                                       in hypnotizing fire

© Chèvrefeuille (our host)

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/

 

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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