The Still Breeze

Not sure I met the criteria for “opposing forces”…but I gave it a whirlūüėČ

The still breeze blew both

East, west at once…odd, even

To foreigners, friends

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Cotton and Blood

Our friend, Mark S, offers another haiku prompt, “Cotton”.¬† This guy knows just about Everything, I’m convinced.¬† If you haven’t visited his blog, you’re missing out!¬† Click the link to meet him—and learn something!

And now my haiku/senryu:

Cotton blossoms white

Raw pickers’ hands drip scarlet

Blood of servitude


Sharp bolls cut meanly

Back breaking labor, long days

Sing of “Promised Land”

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Fog Tonight

Oooh, I’m ready for “fog”—-literal, and poetry.¬† Mark is our super-knowledgeable friend for seasons of the year, and seasons in poetry…and pretty much Anything, so click his link, visit his blog and be inspired!

Bay Bridge and Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco in fog-Photo Credit: Brocken Inaglory

Fog is thick heavy

Tonight you’re weight on my heart

Cannot be banished

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Evening Cicada

Alrighty then…time for another haiku, and fascinating post by our friend Mark…he’s even included audio of the cicada’s sound/song.¬† Do click on his link above—he features beautiful haiku as well.¬† He’s brilliant, way over my head—but I like writing haiku/senryu, so I keep going back!

To give you just a taste, I’ve copied a small excerpt from Mark’s post:

“Cicadas are usually thought of as late summer kigo¬†or seasonal words. Although, cicadas have been associated with other seasons such as spring or mid-summer.(6)¬† When this happens the cicada haiku will have some sort of qualifier that shifts the season.”

Honestly, I don’t believe I managed the “qualifier that shifts the season” at all.¬† I merely wrote a haiku…about cicada.


Evening cicada

Sings heart-pierced sorrow’s woodwind

Plum dusk plays echoes

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.