Scarlet Rage!

Alexas fotos@pixaby.com

Every summer, the mercury rises a couple of notches higher. Life on the planet sizzles under its sweltering heat. The sun shines on with gusto, exhaling a blazing inferno. By evening, the crimson golden lava from its scorching gaze, intertwines with the blue horizon, blanketing it under a fiery glare. It bleeds red hot ire.

hot summer evening

splash of feral livid trail

a marmalade sky

dVerse poets – Summer Haibun

Eugenias weekly prompt : intertwined

Advertisement

Haibun – Sparkling Snowflakes!

Snowflakes, Snow, Snowfall, Snowing, Winter, Cold, Icy
JillWellington@pixabay.com

My face peers through the window, I watch the misty horizon. A hazy sheen envelopes the panoramic whiteness of the landscape. The snow pirouettes with nimble balletic grace, like a crystalline diamond, oozing a glistening oomph, painting a sparkling lacey spectacle. They glow beneath the reflective light of the glass, basking under the mellow spotlight, before gently kissing the alabaster carpet, in a magical embrace.

snowflakes caress panes

kaleidoscopic patterns

bejeweled motifs

Frank from dVerse asks us to write a haibun about winter

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Caress

Hibernation!

Woman Using Laptop
cottonbro@pexels

Ideas tussle to come forth, jostling for my attention. But busyness keeps me on my toes to pay heed to them. Finally, when I do sit in front of the laptop, they turn frigid and decide to abandon me, in retaliation.  I mull on helplessly, as my thoughts suddenly seem to have gone into hibernation. I stare at the static page and it glares back at me with a mean coldness. My fingers go numb as I make a desperate attempt to type on the frozen keys.  With no choice, I wait for the inclement weather to pass, in hope that tomorrow’s sunshine will thaw the frosty barrenness from my mind’s creative corner.

mind’s sterile landscape

words drift to oblivion

a transient season

dverse Monday Haibun : Writer’s block

Monsoon Nirvana!

person walking on road between green grass field during daytime
Sonika Agarwal@unsplash.com

Monsoon bells ring in the month of August, as the entire Indian peninsula is under a cloud cover. The country revels, as pellets of rains kiss the parched earth, providing much relief from the sweltering heat that saps all energy. Fresh organic landscapes replace the arid barren plains. The insipid leaves indulge in an emerald green makeover, insects cavort around in trilling conversations, meandering rivers swell with gushing pride, pastures hide under a lush grassy duvet, farmers send in a prayer of gratitude and romantic hearts drench in amorous reverie.  Man and nature rejoice, under the magical spell of the rains.

heavenly showers

verdure poetic canvas

monsoon nirvana

dversepoets Haibun Monday : August

Haibun – Winter Glory!

I look out of the window and I am mesmerised by the sight that beholds me. My eyes feast on an expanse of pearly opulence, studded with iridescent streaks. The snow clad serrated peaks, reflect in a contemplative mood. A rainbow ribbon swirl, wraps the billowy clouds to form an enigmatic pattern in the twilight sky. Its prismatic reflection gleams on the lake. The icy winds hum a frosty tune, lining the landscape with crystalline confetti. Beams of silver moonlight make a glistening motif on earth’s alabaster bosom. Nature’s heartbeat echoes, in all its resplendent winter glory.

icy spectacle

the winter mural enthrals

nature’s grandeur

Eugi’s weekly prompt – Winter

Haibun – The Stormy Concert!

ZahariMinchev@pixabay.com

Sweet chirps of little sparrows announce a new dawn .The bright sunny morning welcomes another day. Cheerful flowers bloom inviting the meandering butterflies. As the day settles in, a bunch of billowing mass peeks across the horizon.  The balmy demeanor starts to sulk. By noon a boorish band of clouds send the sun backstage, by taking the spotlight. Soon their other dark cousins arrive to dominate the azure skies. A somber mood sets in, as the clan of broody tar clouds take center stage. A thunder here, a lightning there with some spells of showers as if they are testing their mic settings.   Once everything is in place, they have a blast.  In flashes of tempestuous pitch and torrential downpour, they sing nonstop to a rumbling orchestra.

dark moods vocalize      

with thunderous acoustics

rainy symphony

Inspired by the heavy rains lashing out last evening.

Haibun is a Japanese genre of combining prose with poetry. The key to the art of haibun is the graceful pairing of poem and prose, where the poem links to the prose yet shifts away from it.

Haibun – Seasonal Epiphany!

pixabay.com

Myriad hues, textures and beauty dress the landscape. Be it the floral scents of spring , the white canvas of the wintry snow, the sultry heat of summers, the  heavenly drizzles of the rains, or the bare look of the autumn, the sublime transition of the seasons scripts its own story.  The daily melting of dawn into dusk of the revolving orb, spins magic on nature. Its cinematography ushers in a sense of serendipity. Effervescent dreams, drenching nostalgia, starry extravaganza, fiery passion, alluring desires, bewitching blossoms, frozen delights, somber melancholy, sensory fragrances, tranquil divinity, all find a place in the changing array of seasons. They weave a beautiful kaleidoscope of emotions, promise and hope.

seamless transitions

graceful femininity

redolent aura

Haibun is a Japanese genre of combining prose with poetry. The key to the art of haibun is the graceful pairing of poem and prose, where the poem links to the prose yet shifts away from it.

V.J’s weekly challenge #110 : Smell

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Transition

Haibun – The Law of Karma!

BrewNSpew Cafe

Buddhism, Worship, Monk, Ancient, Buddha, Asia, Bangkok

City life today embroils man in an urban mess. His mind clamors against the stress, adding to the din. He buckles under the overwhelming burden of his pregnant thoughts. Fatigue overpowers his listless body. As the energy saps to rock bottom, he decides to take a travel break.

Wandering far, the mystic mountains beckon him. He follows his inner navigational guide to a serene nook in the lap of nature. Meditating there, opens new vistas of the spiritual realm to him. The mist of veil surrounding his clogged mind clears, infusing it with bright sunshine. The inner awakening ignites the psychic inter dimensional vibrations in him. He surrenders to the cosmic call, spends his life in spiritual nirvana.

Basking in the lap of material success,

the hollowness of life haunts him.

Delving inward, a reflective mood envelopes

the law of karma, plays its role

the fragile mind is empowered by divine grace

the soul revels in a sublime yet glorious trance!

Haibun is a Japanese genre of combining prose with poetry. The key to the art of haibun is the graceful pairing of poem and prose, where the poem links to the prose yet shifts away from it.

My Sanctuary!

In response to secretkeeper’s prompt # 176, to use the 5 words in a poem/fiction.

HUE|DANCE|BREAK|INNER|LOST

I have attempted an Haibun for the same.

photo-1525199027676-f56eec3746b4
ic:unsplash.com

I break away from the frenzy of the turbid city life and head towards nature, to be lost in its ever welcoming arms. As I cross the city limits the landscape beckons me with an alluring gentleness. The early morning rays make a dazzling appearance behind the tangerine hues of the horizon. The green meadows revel in a golden glow of the radiant light.

I walk bare feet on the wet blades of grass, my hands feel the pregnant buds ready to bloom. I inhale the sweet fragrance of the flowers, and admire the meandering butterflies, as every sense organ of my body is recharged. The mind dances with delight at the tranquil surroundings which envelope me. I am awake to every passing moment as the energy from the intangible and sublime elements of nature converge into my inner most core. My heart sways to the soulful melody of nature’s song without words. These moments of solitude in nature is my sanctuary away from the humdrum of life.

Nature’s bonanza

kaleidoscopic marvel

rejuvenation!

Haibun is a Japanese genre of  combining prose  with a haiku (5\7\5 syllables). The key to the art of haibun is the graceful pairing of poem and prose, where the poem links to the prose yet shifts away from it.

Haibun – The Autumn Dance!

In response to Colleen’s weekly tanka challenge # 80, to use the synonyms only of the prompt words Soft & Gather.

leaves
ic:pinterest.com

I step out to witness a picturesque seasonal transition, one autumn morning. The porch is enveloped in a vibrant carpet of yellow and crimson leaves . The cool breeze caresses and whispers to them, sweet nothings. Coyly smiling, they sway under the cloudy sky, whispering secret messages, finally cascading to create a rustling harmony.

The mild autumn breeze

wafting warm cinnamon blends

celestial rhythms

the scarlet leaves congregate

choreograph balletic moves!

%d bloggers like this: