A small river winds its way through snowy woods. The river is a mixture of solid ice and flowing water.

For when you need to breathe...

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, dear Gabe! So happy you like it. 🙏😊🌷 Sorry, just saw your comment. I'm still on hiatus, but hoping to be back soon. Hope you are well, my friend. 💖

over an image of spilling ink, this design states: Weekly Prompt: LUCID, GAZE, SHINE, DAYBREAK, GONE, DARK use the prompt words, or their evocation in an original write please credit art & photos combo prompts welcome post with the hashtag #inkMine

mining some ink? spill it
#prompts Mon Jan 27, 2025

Weekly #Prompt - LUCID GAZE SHINE DAYBREAK GONE DARK

post with hashtag: #inkMine

We shall not sip from the same glass,
No water for us, or sweet wine;
We’ll not embrace at morning,
Not gaze from the same sill at night;
You breathe the sun, I the moon,
Yet the one love keeps us alive.

~Anna Akhmatova

tweet by tweet
filling a bare tree
warblers at dawn

bare tree
at dawn
filled with chirrups

filling the bare twigs
with warblers
sunset

bare tree
putting on new
warblers at dawn

#haiku

stillness meeting stillness
oak's reflection
in a pond

#haiku

gasping for breath
moon squeezed
between highrises

#haiku

Haikai & Haiku—A Short Introduction Part 4: One Plum Slowly Ripens Issue #4: Kana | Kireji | Kigo

Here's something I wrote a while back that might be useful to beginners as well :-)

So if haiku isn't about syllables, what is it about? A good starting point is that it is a juxtaposition of two fragments. For example:

waiting
for the butter to soften–
summer rain

-Francine Banwarth

3/8

Graceguts - Urban Myth of 5-7-5 In March of 2011, a concerned contributor to the Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival’s Haiku Invitational sent the following message, which festival organizers forwarded to me for response: + De...

First, forget about syllables. I won't stop anyone from writing 5-7-5 haiku, but most English language poets don't. Why? I’ll just link to this.

www.graceguts.com/essays/urban...

2/8

A friend of mine mentioned some people have been asking about the free form haiku they've been seeing on Bluesky, so I'm creating a step by step guide to writing a haiku. Feel free to respond to the last thread (#8) with your ku if you want feedback or to share!

#haiku #micropoetry #poetry 🧵 1/8

twigs itchy with buds
a waiting magnolia
full of collared doves

midwinter
the startling absence
of birdsong
#DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku

just as it is
the mountain
without the moon

Basho

the sky so full of stars
and an unfinished moon
cold winter night

#haiku #poetry

when in love
the body is infinite
summer clothes

--Hijiri Miyairi

恋すれば人体無限夏衣　宮入聖

#haiku #gendaihaiku #translation

what remains
after letting go
journeying
down the path
of healing

#thepenflows #tanka
#poetry #micropoetry

A deer is standing by a tree in the snow.

I guess I could see it that way...

the moment
when there’s
a hush upon
the earth
and it feels
like a hug
and you hug
back staying
there awhile

#2wordprompt
#poetry #micropoetry

Thank you!! 😊🌷

Memory In the palm of dawn, they bloom. The roses you've planted in all of your gardens, in all of the souls you've touched. Nothing in this life, ever, goes unnoticed. Not even the tiniest bud. Not even a fallen leaf. Somewhere—on the edge of the world— a lily-of-the-valley raises her head, reaching her snow-white lips to kiss the sky, her lover. And he who created both sighs like the only one that knows the heart of a flower born to bloom for a day and then be plucked by a careless hand. — Ellen Krupich

#poem #poetry #writingcommunity

silver stars glimmer
on the edge of dawn
frosty windowpane

#dailyhaikuprompt
#haiku #blueskypoetry

blossoms
of the dogwood
brief
and beautiful
an act of giving

#tanka
Fireflies' Light, Missouri Baptist University
Issue 22, March 2021
#poetry #tankapoem

a book of poems
by my bedside
every window
waiting for the moon

the kind
of peace
that calls
you home
soulwhispers

#poetry
#blueskypoetry

glimmer of rubies
in the thicket
a cardinal

#DailyHaikuPrompt (glimmer) #haiku

a glimmer
in my teacup --
winter moon

#DailyHaikuPrompt (glimmer)

Silence Hug me tight, like your favorite tree in the nearby park— the one that knows all your secrets. Don't mind the scars on my skin: my roots have been left unscathed. There is life, there is warmth in this beating heart. Perhaps I could tell you more... But the night is fragile and oh so still.                   Listen to me—I am silence, I am a quiet grave with an unbridled caress of flowers growing from the dirt. — Ellen Krupich

#poem #vss365 #silence

A white, tan, and blue Eastern Bluebird is perched on a branch. She is looking to her left. The background is blurry gray.

Excuse me, but are you talking to me?

Blue Velvet