Latest Spring Drops

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~ 1 ~

May flowers

Hudson River pilgrimage

Draw more eyes

~ 2 ~

Turkey photoshoot

Memorial Thanksgiving

Wish…I could fly…

~ 3 ~

Divergent

May rain wash up everything

Choose your intention

~ 4 ~

Rainy Cat & Dog

Caught up at the drop of hat

Forge ahead to hide

~ 5 ~

Mars squares up Neptune

Shut up. Wait until next week

Misunderstanding

~ 6 ~

Scorpio moon

Blur real from fiction

How he feels about me…

~ 7 ~

Upbeat day

Follow wind springing season

Adjusting sails.

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Passing time

'The passing of the time' by Priscilla Santana ~ deviantart.com

His grown thin transparent skin

exposed to keen observer,          

the witness of life still running

through veins, arthritic bones.

Embraced by vascular dystonia,

shriveled, while at core –

Rodin’s thinker and trickster,

requires returning the throne... 

Read more at: B&P's Shadorma & Beyond

Thirst is real

Lake District, UK

                 Perhaps, sometimes, in thirst to fit

we may pretend as little puddles;

they, when not looking, crawling

to the new place – pedestrians

to timeless grass and weeds,

observed by motley walls,

prosperous lands & mountains…

I see your silhouette in black-white

letters/words/spaces of blogged pace;

ah, how many laced holes!

you wear those layers of ‘all right’

between asserted accelerated voyages…

heart chambers filled with sighs of

hidden echoing emotions, wounds,

restrained thoughts, and feelings

moved inward to find the center of

gravity, establish rank and order...

who'll dare to break through once 

despite the locked windows and doors,

remind to the strayed world, steeped in

the bloody monetary monster,

a true story of the wondrous souls…

Perhaps, sometimes, when thirst is real

we bow to the liberating rain…

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Note: Inspired by work of  Kumiharu Shimizu, I've continued the theme 'thirst' from last haiku post...

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May be May

~ 1~

To complete

One leap

Over the sea

~2~

O, how iridescent

I rise in the morning

Face iris glory

~3~

Dandelion’s dream

Among enlightened hearts

A prodigy child

~4~

May happens too fast

Green grass stems graduation

Feast pass over fall

~5~

Left out in the woods

All five senses departed

Besides haiku mode

~6~

They are full of wisdom

Burning to the end of days

Misread the blooming

~7~

Discovery time

Bifurcated Yin & Yang

Lead in Scarborough

~8~

Shadows are dreaming

What if we tame the clouds

Embraced by sky light

~9~

Jagged life path

Thirst brought you here

My intimate friend

Note: Most of  haiku here inspired by art of  Kumiharu Shimizu

Haiku #9 - 3WW prompt: intimate, jagged, thirst

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To some extent

artwork by Ulrike Bolenz ~ Magpie Tales

Not even a glue

would help to trace/save

the path left by

my righteous logical mind

N years ago…

The dot/dashed line

when given closer look

got blurred and pulled

into 5D world of

angles & trajectories…

Brain tried and gave up

to follow…

The vibrant wave has reached

the heart and veiled, subdued

all feelings to one, clairsentience…       

New life pushed upward

through obscurity to

non judgmental

flexible growth

adaptable, free of

opposition…

The period of new promotion

has  approached…

Read more at: Magpie Tales

Yesterday

ink5000 ~ deviantart.com

He holds sun in one hand,

moon – in another,-

lighted up candles,

to find rushed off

yesterday;

prodigal vagabond

settled in the tavern

grieving yet smiling

with tears…

Suddenly he roars

in the ceiling,

(making the gravel

outside to sound

a treasure like),

followed by longing

whisper…

and we learn: there are

no two lives alike,

‘there is no prophet

in our homeland…’

Sunday's Whirligig 7

Read more at: d'Verse Meeting the Bar: Antithesis

Sunday's Whirligig 7

Piercing

Artist: Georgia O'Keeffe ~ PU Mid-Week Motif

Layers

unopened

blue prints…

Your waves

brought me

a foam,

nothing

in particular,

mute,

but awesome

in colors…

Is it possible

in multifaceted,

multicolored,

multidimensional,

multitasking

galore

to discover

the one?...

Roly-poly, blubbery

clean to the core,

not too blurred

character traits,

worthy to aim for…

"Innercore" by Linda Duffy

Read more at: Three Word Wednesday, PU Mid-Week Motif: Waves

Provider's ride

photo by -Vampire Zombie- Photo Challenge #60

Forced out of water

found dry undivided

rocks of desires…

Clinging here, still wet,

locked, awaiting high level

ascending slowly…

Read more at: Photo Challenge #60, Still ~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Superhero

Edmund Dulac. Abysm of Time, n.d. WikiArt.

Shells, oysters,

stones, pink jelly fish,

steamy air,

gnawing wind,

abyss divides us, in trance

we’re folding our wings.

Power pose

defines body’s tongue:

‘who you are’

dynamics,

climax shapes; make yourself big:

spread out or fake!

Note: Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5

Read more at: B&P's Shadorma & Beyond, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

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Consolation

photo wallpaper

My thoughts, turning southward,

donkey to play a new music,

but  a twenty-year consolation

to old soil soul

in short feeble breath,

leaning to purple lavender candle

to clean the mystical hollow passageway,

open to pestilence or blessings…

Sunday's Whirligig 6

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Moon's vagaries

~ galleryhip.com

The Moon tested…

The membrane between self - unknown was removed,

 withdrawn jelly/clay fragments floating in the sea

of change have gathered in a small sparkled islands,

morphed into vaporous gremlins, navigating off

any negotiations…

The whirlpools of ebbs & flow socked in the viral fervor

of unclaimed love…

Note: Inspired by Pablo Neruda's poems and tarot card "Moon"

Read more at: Imaginary gardens with real toads

Shadow

– Menoevil - devianart ~ Photochallenge #59

Abruptly, as if slung by someone’s invisible hand, far afield,

a flock of black crows sliced the silence, highlighting

free space, having driven the shadows to the sides…

Weightless, she was ready to break away into height,

caw in same tongue, excitedly pecking to west…

Since that moment, an impalpable bitterness - the black 

crow has settled on her shoulder, recalling the olden 

emotions and yearning...

and she herself existed between the shadows:

dark - where declogging took place, bright - open to

diaphanous purified souls for further embodiment…

Read more at: Photo Challenge #59, Mindlovemisery's Menagerie

Alter ego

B&P's Shadorma and Beyond

Do not store the inspiration

in a reflective tear…

Spilled to the ground,

pinned by artisan’s

genius tire,

it honey

the simple element,

row bell in opening

a new level of

alter ego.

{shadorma}

Do not store

in reflective tear

‘aha’ sigh

spilled, pinned by

artisan’s genius tire –

find alter ego.

Sunday's Whirligig 5

Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig #5, 

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