Begonias shout
splodges of paintbox colour
amidst verdancy.
Category: Poetry
#Tanka 31 — The Island
Wind and waves carve rock,
reshaping island coastline.
~Years become aeons~
Shadows, reflections, echoes
call to lovers across time.
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Monday Morning #Haiku 105 — Seashore
Seaweed-slime coats rocks
Wet sand squeezes between toes
The ebbing tide calls
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Monday Morning #Haiku 104 — Tulips (01)
Tulips on parade,
their glory declared in ranks:
Spring’s crimson army.
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Monday Morning #Haiku 103 — Black Swan (1)
Black swan drifts silent,
pauses, S-neck and red beak
a bugle at rest.
Sarah Potter Writes 