The Still Breeze

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2022/08/27/opposing-forces-saturday-mix-27-august-2022/

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

https://naturalistweekly.com/2022/08/26/micro-season-the-cotton-lint-opens/

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

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Sharp bolls cut meanly

Back breaking labor, long days

Sing of “Promised Land”

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

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!

https://naturalistweekly.com/2022/08/19/micro-season-thick-fog-blankets-the-sky/

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

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.

Evening Cicada

https://naturalistweekly.com/2022/08/12/micro-season-the-evening-cicada-sings/

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.

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Evening cicada

Sings heart-pierced sorrow’s woodwind

Plum dusk plays echoes

©Leyde Ryan, 2022 ~ All rights reserved.