#Haikai Challenge #156 (9/13/20): new coolness (shinryoo) #haiku #senryu #haibun #tanka #haiga #renga

photo by Anne Maureen

This week, write the haikai poem of your choice (haiku, senryu, haibun, tanka, haiga, renga, etc.) that alludes to new coolness (shinryoo).

After the days heat

Breeze refreshes tired souls

The smell of Autumn

Temperatures are dropping

Happy relief for us all

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This is part of Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge.

Thursday photo prompt: Dream #writephoto

This week’s prompt ~ Dream

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a pale pathway meandering through a field of purple heather towards the green of distant hills.

Sleep would not come, just waves of fear and pain. There was no silence either. Voices discussing, the news, gardens, family, Covid… I can’t blame them this was their day. Their shift, they would go home and sleep.

The scariest thing was the voice that echoed through the ward of the disturbed patient who repeated and repeated “It’s the Covid cough, the Covid, Covid, cough gonna get you” If he was not sleeping that’s all I could hear. It was better during the day because he’d call out for “Tea tea” and the nurses would bring him one and then he would shout “Happy Birthday” and we’d all smile.

At night it felt like he was closer, he was not, he was on the male side of the ward but sound carries at night. I was frightened, unreasonably so by this prophet of doom. I was lonely and in pain.

Then the pain spiked I had to give in and use my buzzer, the nurse came I told her I couldn’t take the pain. She gave me some intravenous painkillers as an extra to the antibiotics and fluid IVs. She stayed a while and then thankfully I drifted off to a better place.

There lies the path

Through seas of purple heather

Morpheus lifted

Me off to the land of dreams

Fear and pain was then banished.

This is part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Challenge, #writephoto

Sue Vincent’s, Thursday Photo Prompt -Passage #writrphoto. The Passage Home.

This part of Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Passage #writephoto.


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The Passage Home : a Nonet 

Slowly floating,feeling light as air

Pain gone, relief beyond compare
She’d heard the voices calling

Yet taken the passage

Elated soaring

Towards the light

Don’t stop her 

Going

Home.

❤ ❤

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Quench

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Morning Glory

All day it  has been threatening,  creeping  near

I could  feel it,  I  could  smell it,  it  was almost  like a fear

A rustling in the  trees a swooshing  through  the bushes

Closing in  all day, crawling  up on me  through  the rushes.

 

The  morning  started  so  well blue  skies and  sunshine

Wandering  through the  church yard the  day look set  to be fine.

Halfway  through  the afternoon  all things  began to change

Not  like  the  morning   creep  and  clinging  nasty  and  strange!

 

Drip, drip, plop ,plop  it is  getting  nearer the skies  are  dark

When they  should  be light. A rumbling  sounds, hark!

It’s here, it’s  here  at  last the  clouds are  bursting

I want to dance, hearing  the ground rejoicing at it’s quenching.

 

 

 

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Peace

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances, it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently, no thought of stinging.

Children are playing along the road, they must be home from school.

Time , time  my enemy always too fast, too slow never anybody’s fool.

I feel rested in the sun , relaxed maybe this is a new journey I have begun

Nothing to worry about anymore, nothing to rush for, nothing to come.

Gently things begin to fade, is this it or is just that I am lying in the shade

No I can no longer move , here comes the silent  peace I crave.

I am happy that there will be no more treatment or  pain

I am sorry for those who I love that will have to remain.

The sun shines warm and strong

The washing on the line dances it will be dry before long!

The birds are twittering and singing

Bees around the flowers buzzing  gently no thought of stinging.

I hope  they will not think me selfish, I could really fight no more

Here comes death to claim me and I feel safe as he leads me to his door.

Peace, peace  no pain, no needles  no scans  no sad sad smiles

I am going now, I love you all and I shall be here but  not seen, loving you  all the while……………….

 

Just a little explanatory  word. I wrote this poem this afternoon, I do not know where it came from I just wrote it. It is about a person dying peacefully of some disease  say Cancer. I have not known any of my lost friends who have passed this way  but I wish  it could be like this . I wish death could of been gentle for them and for all of us ……….. please.

 

Gossima Threads

The endless night stretches out in time I reach out and gently pull the gossima  thread that me binds. I feel the void between us, cavernous and black. Cold it is and deep. I pull the thread and ache, feeling the love I lack. My hands go searching for delight as my mind slips away into the night.

Stars caress me as I pass I feel their touch awake a tingle deep inside my fingers searching, searching hands grope and grasp. Loneliness exiled for a few sweet moments longing banish for a short sweet while . Limbs stretched to north and south sweet murmurs escaping from my mouth.

Senses heighten every inch of skin tingles eyes wide and lips blood  filled and full. In and out  the gossima thread is pulled. Oh! such aching torment my feelings swell  my body changing pounding pulsing  swelling breasts and nipples hard. My mind flees it’s hell. Exploding from inner place pouring forth hot and sticky on my fingers it is not wrong this is a gift of grace. Be  strong  don’t give in to fear keep up the pace scream out in joy  no one can hear me in this space.

Breathing is hard  but the need is strong , such sweet and joyous reward cannot be wrong. More, more I scream as I crave relieve don’t stop now it is all too brief.

Heart stops pounding  body slows, a smile in my eyes  my body aglow such a shame to wake alone no one to hold  the stars all gone. Dark all dark I straddle the void with just the memory of what I have just enjoyed. The endless night stretches out in time I reach out and gently pull the gossima  thread that me binds.

Lady in the water

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OH! my God I cannot get my breath the water is so cold. I cannot see my hand before my face my dress weighs me down, water in every fold.


My hair is getting in my face , my pulse and my heart beat race. Floating here gently down, skirt billowing I feel a certain grace. Is this it am I to drown.

The wall of water lays heavy on my chest , fit to burst suddenly full of pain I start to kick and flail and do my very best. I try to rise but all in vain  my efforts come to nought again and again.

Down down I go the wall of water pushes me so. All at once I stop the fight I feel at ease my body  light. I seem to rise and float , thank God the water clears from my throat.

Gentle light warms me now as I bathe my spirits high my vision clearing I can see through the water and up to the blue sky. I feel relaxed all fear banished as I move I seem to fly.

Now below me coming into view  a  red haired woman with lips of blue. Her skin so white her eyes blue too. She looks so pained it shocks me to the core . She is  dead and  breathes  no more.

Reaching out my hand to touch and help her I am shocked to see the fear and pain upon her face but more the realization strikes that she is me. My fingers gently  reach out to touch her  another shock I cannot grasp there is nothing there to hold.

OH! my God I cannot get my breath the water is so cold. I cannot see my hand before my face my dress weighs me down, water in every fold.

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