Halloween’s coming:
Spooky sights, frights and delights,
Spiderweb and fog.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Category Archives: Poetry
Puddle-Wonderful Haibun
“The world is mud-luscious…
[and] puddle-wonderful”
e.e. cummings
My neighbor greeted me mournfully with these sad words: “Your house always has that large puddle in front of it,” and she pointed. Sure enough, I could have laid down in that puddle, and it would still have been longer than me and wider, too.
“That’s okay,” I responded with a smile. “I have two small boys who will love that puddle.” She looked taken aback, but I was the kind of mother to take my boys puddle-stomping on a whim. We named that puddle Alligator Pond. Many times, we stomped there, in water shoes and rain boots, and found ourselves anointed with the magic waters.
Now we can see all the world in a puddle, earth, sky, trees and ourselves.
Puddle splash laughter,
Muddy knees, arms windmilling,
rainwater in boots.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: If you like the haibun poetry style (prose followed by haiku), and want to dip a toe, you can find this week’s prompt at Ligo Haibun.
Further Note: The puddle in the photograph is not Alligator Pond, which is much dirtier and much closer to the sidewalk.
Rainy Day Haiku
Awaking, skies dark,
Raindrops beat time on my heart,
Still room for beauty.
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Late Bloom Haiku
Hydrangeas bowing,
Blushing with autumn kisses;
Fallen leaf ignored.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Geometry in Two Haiku
Lichen attaches,
Softening the brick walkway.
Other plants follow.
Grasses, weeds and moss,
Shaped by humans and nature,
Geometric love.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Bloom of Life Haibun
At the suggestion of my friend Jules Paige, I am dipping a toe in the still waters of the haibun, an art form embodied by prose followed by a haiku. The prompt is by Ligo Haibun, and with a choice of two pictures, I chose call2read‘s, and here goes:
Bloom of Life
And so my life unfolded, petal by petal, each memory as silky as a dewy rose petal brushed against my cheek. Shivers of dreams, slivers of thorns, sparkle of moon and stars. As a child, just a bud protected by my thick green casing, I did not always understand adult things. I dreamt of traveling the world, finding friends, eating new foods, learning every day new things. Slowly, my green shield loosened and opened. The days seemed infinite, opening petal by petal. I traveled, I made friends, and I learned every day. Now the rose of my life is fully open to the sun, and summer’s heat has made my soul expand in all directions, drinking in light, energy and warmth from friends, places and memories.
Spark of life sustains,
Creativity expands
Peace, love, joy with friends.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Cold Red Haiku
Autumn fairies dance
Delicate fingers sweep leaf,
Green touched becomes red.
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Shadow Haiku
Leaf golden orange,
Fell slowly and lightly down,
Shadows hug, let go.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Goodnight, Children
Sleep, gentle daughter of the moon and stars. Continue reading
Hail to Autumn, Summers Gone.
Here’s a great homage to autumn, full of wonderful details and a joyful spirit. I hope you like it as much as I did! Have a great week! Brenda
And gently as the sun goes down
The smoke from bonfires all around.
The hedgehog and the squirrel gone to ground
Grandpa shows the lad the acorns and pine combs he has found.
Twirls of mist at morn and dusk chill the bones
Lights on for breakfast and for tea in cozy looking homes.
The leaves swirl and dance, children curled up by the fire their noses in tombs.
Fairies dancing in the fire glad they are not outside, it’s getting chilly for the garden gnomes.
The grass is sodden and the flowers in the garden droop and bend
Fathers and sons bonfires build and another summer is at an end .
All Souls and Halloween are in view lots of spooky things to do for Vlad and his friends.
Frosts and fog sweep and unfurl through the streets across the fields , down to the river and around the…
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Harvest Haiku
Vines way up the tree,
White Spines piercing my fingers,
Cucumber resists.
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Three Fall Haiku
Rain falls in short bursts;
Summer bends to autumn cold.
Three leaves on the road.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
Friendly Fairy Tales 