Emily
#Haiku Challenge #73: write the haiku poem of your choice that alludes to the presidents.
#Haikai Challenge #73 (2/16/19) Presidents #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
This is Caleb Carlyle Curtis reporting live Sunday, February 17, 2019 via web-cam for my blog, Genuine Confessions of a Myth-Taken Freak. I tracked him down here deep in the Wisconsin woods after long arduous months of searching involving the follow-up of false leads, rumors, and word of mouth. Today I shall share with you the truth! I am always awed and amazed at the reality behind our legends. This time was no different. It’s true what they say about people shrinking as they get older, Paul Bunyan is living proof, no longer a robust giant eight feet tall, he has dwindled to a grey-haired mere six-and-a-half feet, he can still swing a mean axe although arthritis is starting to take its toll. He is currently earning a living creating custom-designed log houses. He proudly escorted me around his latest masterpiece. When asked about Babe, Paul admits shame-faced, that when times were hard during the Depression he traveled down South. People down there were starving and as a result, Babe went back up to the Great Man in the sky; he stated that the great Blue Ox made a wonderful barbecue that fed half the state of Texas.
Emily
Sunday Photo Fiction – February 17, 2019
https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2019/02/16/sunday-photo-fiction-february-17-2019/
First spring gust surges
Wind’s wake betrays thaw’s approach
Honking Vee’s flying
Harbingers of equinox
Efflorescent explosion.
Emily
I choose to write a Tanka.
#Haikai Challenge #72 (2/9/19): first spring gust (haru ichiban) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga
This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) in which you state or allude to the first spring gust (haru ichiban)
Today I’d like to share a beautiful piece of poetry by one of my favorite Science Fiction writers:
“The arching sky is calling
Spacemen back to their trade,
All hands! Stand by! Free Falling!
And the lights below us fade.
Out ride the sons of Terra,
Far drives the thunderous jet,
Up leaps the race of Earthmen,
Out, far, and onward yet–
We’ve tried each spinning mote
And reckoned it’s true worth;
Take us back again to the homes of men
On the cool, green hills of Earth.
We pray for one last landing
On the globe that gave us birth;
Let us rest our eyes on fleecy skies
and the cool, green hills of Earth!”
“The Green Hills of Earth”
Robert A. Heinlein
Emily
I give it five stars
Colin MacIntyre has been tapped for Greater Things; consequentially his life has been rather stressful lately and he isn’t too sure he likes that.
What he doesn’t realize is that’s all been the easy part.
Emily
Fallow lies the furrowed earth
Entombed by bitter bleakness
Winter, that inhospitable season
Waiting patiently
Seasons cycling
Spring’s rebirth
Exuberant verdant explosion
Flora splitting the soil
Wild geese scything the sky
Songbirds caroling joyfully
Fountaining hope
Resurrection of the soul.
Emily
40 Words exactly
Weekend Writing Prompt #90: “Furrowed”
I saw this beautiful sunset out my window the other evening and I did my best to recreate it with Paint 3D.
Emily
