Through Layers
Where is my voice now?
Buried in the yard, howling
through layers of dirt.
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Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #106 Sing&Flower
Memories of Dirt
The woods became cars.
I no longer hear the birds
outside my window.
Should I smile more now
or less because of progress?
Summer burns my feet
as I walk barefoot
on asphalt, trying to live
memories of dirt.
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Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #105-Time&Grow
Black drops
Cold black drops, rain now,
cry now, then sleep, dream not, cold
black drops, cold black drops.
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I often wonder if, where, when it is okay to tell my story.
A rabbit, or anything
It’s a strange thing
no one teaches you to be
or calls you human
from birth, as you die
I wonder if it’s alright
then to be a bird,
call yourself Sparrow,
maybe then watching rain clouds
wouldn’t feel lonely.
You see, I was born
to a regretful summer,
or at least Thursday.
I’m sure I cried,
or laughed, then learned to stop
among other things.
I wanted to be
a rabbit or anything
other than me.
Only one question,
unspoken, fills the seasons.
Will I be human?
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Dream of nightfall
“Why bother to rise?”
I asked the sun, still smiling,
drenched by summer’s heat.
I wander mind-fields,
pick thought-petals, have lunch, sleep
under the old oak
tree without worry,
with the sky protecting me,
I dream of nightfall.
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Prompt Words: Dazzle & Sky.
Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #104 Dazzle&Sky
Fragile Brevity
Come down now, embrace
the sky-less ground, breathless clouds,
without reason. Cry
the moment light breaks
safety of shadow, recall
nothing without pain.
In this commonplace,
fragile brevity exists
joyful misery.
Why do we bother
naming seasons? Or a self?
Possessiveness breeds
many sorrows called
jealousy, misguided love
that create children.
In kindergarten,
a bird sang daily until
a classmate killed it.
Many winters passed
since then, I wondered often
how cruelty starts.
At what age do clouds
lose magic and we forget
that the sky exists?
Why not celebrate,
soon to be forgotten? Live,
now, embrace what is.
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Happy Birthday, Ronovan! 🙂
Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #102 Birth&Cheer
Approaching summer
The horse looked back once
at the broken fence before
entering the woods.
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Challenge Words: Rein & Quest
Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #98 Rein&Quest
Self-portrait, digital image, 2015
Sometimes life fails me.
Mirrors reveal my terror:
being Black scares me.
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Even in the grey,
those overwhelming moments,
when all seems lost: dance.
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Prompt: Fray, Veiled.
Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #91 Fray&
The tree barks remain
undamaged–where did they go,
the deer by my house?
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