The day to day left behind to follow the excitement in your eyes teasing me, beckoning me daring my inhibitions to loosen Shhh… tell no one Be a good girl my conscience remarks the bad girl… More
Welcome back to my weekly challenge. It’s time to get your creative juices on again!
So tell me, how would you interpret this image above?
PLEASE follow them! I’d hate to not see your piece(s) represented in the recap the following week! Confused? Any questions – email me at email@example.com
- Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
- Deadline for each submission will be on the Saturday of this week
- Up to 3 pieces permitted
- Link your piece to this “IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge#” on your post
- Always give photo credit if there is one
- Complete entry form below
Above all else, have fun and be creative with this! 🙂
SUBMIT ENTRY HERE
Please take some time to check out all the submissions I received last week.
Wow! Thank you to all who participated! 🙂
Creativity isn’t planned.
Sometimes we intend to create something but then it takes us in all these different directions usually ending up with a piece which is so much different than how it started out. I love when that happens.
It’s what needed to be expressed. This creation was waiting for the right moment to be exposed. Almost like a message that needed to resonate, usually for the artist but sometimes an expression of a lesson to be learned by someone else.
It’s wonderful how art works.
if they are
happy to be
gawked at by many
people, being displayed
upside down here in this hall?
Are the many voyeurs fearful?
What if the strings break sending people
art crashing down hard on top of their heads?
I bleed emotions
onto a computer screen
and occasionally on paper;
I’m pouring out in pixels and ink.
What do you do for your sanity?
frame harshly and
leaves visible scars.
Her skirt hangs so loosely.
Her rings jangling so easy.
Her face in the mirror so gaunt.
These changes force her to face the truth.
Damn you, cancer! Nothing will be the same.
I’m so thrilled to have my piece Wind on the Plains featured on Vita Brevis! Thanks to Brian Geiger, Founder & Editor, for selecting this poem for publication! I hope you enjoy it! 🙂
love, people, passions
be made happy-spent by these
Didn’t know what monsters were, then I met some angels.
Of all the things I left behind,
I miss the promises the most. You said…
… we’d have a future of unending kisses,
embraces, and stability.
You dangled sweetness
making it seem possible
there was nothing more to fear.
… I deserved all the loving gestures and smiles.
You had me bubbling with joy,
planning a future.
Committing to a lifetime
of being grounded.
… ours was the greatest connection.
You filled me with passion,
left me hungering for more,
As if I could trust you.
… you would show me a love I’d
never had before.
I’d be safe.
I’d be calm
because it was real.
I was naive and young.
And I was wrong.
The ugliness which brought me here
finally revealed itself,
shattering those promises.
Now, I start over.
appreciate your moments
as they come and go
cherish them all
when one day, they’ll just go