On close inspection
Golden poppies bear torn wings
Butterflies in spring
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Category: Poetry Forms
Wildlife Heart # Haiku
Inspired by Wild Heart Wildlife Foundation
Leave us with footprints
And the pictures you must take
Kill nothing but time
Jazz #Haiku
For Haiku Horizons prompt: Tunes. You can find other entries here.
Spine tingling tunes dance
in music book’s inky black
where saxophones play
Secret Soul #Naani
Picture source: Paul Militaru. Thanks, Paul.
Beauteous stranger
draped in night’s soft silver –
petals cling like shades of past
as if scared of life’s bright light
A Naani consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists of 20 to 25 syllables
Shark Fins – Soup… Anybody?
Why not?
Thousands of sharks without their fins die out
there in the tortured waters – unable to breathe,
and left to suffer immeasurable pain
as they spiral through the depths of aqua marine
to be feed for marauding fish. Without movement
these ancient creatures cannot extract oxygen from
the water, from its life source and in the world they
have ruled for 400 million years this caretaker of
the oceans falls prey – guilty of a bad
image -to hysteria and legend, to the uneducated,
the myths, the whispers and ignorant reasons – oh yes,
and soup; an affectation that comes at a huge price
with all the benefits that high levels of mercury
and hydrogen peroxide brings. So pretty up those
fins for the masses – enjoy your soup and fake
remedies! Butchers line the pockets of those who
flaunt regulation – the real culprits who care
little about their own health care even less
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Choosing Colours #Haiku
Picture: Fingerprint Garden. Flowers are made from children’s fingerprints. (Pinterest)
How I long to see
the artistry of springtime
in wild abandon
River Song ~ #Quadrille
For d’Verse Quadrille 50. Other entries here.
Wistful waters murmur
harmonious, tranquil notes,
stirring the streams
that run the course
of our age’s peaks and troughs –
ululating reservoirs pool
naturally when catastrophes
become walled dams.
Unabated, the simple reed’s voice
needs no coax from restless winds
to play us healing songs.
A quadrille is a 44 word poem.
