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May 17, 2016

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Honeysuckle Magic

Pink Honeysuckle blooming

sudden magic of
honeysuckle scent takes me
back to hide-and-seek

beside winding brook
glimmer of tadpoles
tiny almost-legs dangle

my inner child is
still ready to hide and seek
ready or not!

Notes: These three haiku are in answer to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge: Magic and Glimmer. How could I resist writing something? Can you?

I was also inspired by Annette Rochelle Aben’s ballet poem to look into my own past for inspiration.

In writing haiku, I don’t follow a strict 5/7/5 syllable count. I view that more as a maximum rather than a goal. My goal is instead to record a moment of realization or wonder.

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May 15, 2016

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Underfoot

thoughts like thorns
underfoot
step cautious
even flowers
have dreams Continue reading →

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May 14, 2016

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Under it All

What’s under it all?
What secret rivers flow
through
dark cave systems,
home to blind fish,
white like the moon,
the color of wishing?
Where lie the bones
of the very last dinosaur Continue reading →

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May 10, 2016

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Driftwood Phoenix

driftwood swam

Laid
bare,
barren,
broken down,
but pieces form art.
Driftwood rises above its end
forming a bird of legend with magical power,
spinning ashes to art, renewing the forlorn and forgotten, even transcending.

Notes: This is a Fibonacci Poem (0r “fib” for short). Each succeeding line is equal in syllable length to the total syllables in the preceding two lines, or: one, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen, twenty-one, thirty-four, etc. I’ve written two other fibs, Star Fairy and Fairy Ball.

This poem will be my weekly Poetry Friday tiddly-wink of word play. Thanks Violet Nesdoly for hosting and posting that moving photo and poem about forest fires. My heart goes out to the people of Fort McMurray, Canada. And to the wildlife equally homeless. May everyone have a safe and magical weekend. Warmly, Brenda

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May 8, 2016

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Cherry Blossoms

Thickly petaled cherry blooms

roses of springtime
wide ball skirts for fairies
who dance on clouds

Note: Happy Mother’s Day! I hope your day was full of warmth and love. 🙂

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May 5, 2016

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Cultivar

Yellow tulips with pointy petals

Six-pointed stars
cup sunshine,
burning white at
their pointy tips. Continue reading →

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May 2, 2016

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Dandelions Delight

Two Dandelions

Calling all bees,
if you please,
come get yellow
to your knees. Continue reading →

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April 29, 2016

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Doorway to Spring

Spring woods through the framing of a divided tree

Glimpses of green
newly seen,
make my heart sing,
ah, spring. Continue reading →

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April 27, 2016

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Yorktown Sunset

Sunset at Yorktown Beach

Yorktown Beach is bespelled
by a paint-palette sky.
Continue reading →

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Brenda Davis Harsham

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April 21, 2016

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Fierce Glow

The sun’s fierce glow
seeps
around and between,
backlighting and
highlighting.

Continue reading →

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April 18, 2016

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A Peak at the Bay

One last effort to
find the shore
before the
Chesapeake Bay Bridge,
we turn toward
Cape Charles.
Two miles. What will we find?
A longer trip, for one.
Continue reading →

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April 14, 2016

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Lune a Lark

Tiger Striped Longwing Heliconius ismenius

butterfly spreads wings
a lark sings
oh, the joy spring brings

Note: This is my first attempt at a lune, and I was in a rhyming mood. A lune is a haiku variant with syllable count of 5-3-5 instead of the usual 7-5-7. Morgan wrote a magical one. I know I saw one a few weeks ago on Poetry Friday, but then I lost track of who’d written it. If it was you, let me know, and I’d be happy to link up.

Thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, a prolific poet and champion of poetry, at Today’s Little Ditty for hosting Poetry Friday.

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