I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #24

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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?

Rules

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 sushibocks@gmail.com   

For more detailed information, read about this challenge here.

  • Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
  • Deadline to submit for this week’s challenge will be 11:59pm 6/22/19
  • 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! 🙂

 

 

Striking contributions for this striking image!! Please do visit
the contributors below and check out their posts. 🙂

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Richa – Asylum – iScriblr

Hélène Vaillant – Sustenance – Willow Poetry

Eugenia – Vagueness – ThusNSuch

Jen Goldie – Nature’s Pageantry – Starlight and Moonbeams and The Occasional Cat

CJ Holm – The Vessel – PrairieChat

Daughter of Sea – The Dark Netizen

Radhika – Female Feticide! – radhikasreflection

Ideas undeciphered – Reena Saxena

MBRAZFIELDM – primo uteri – WORDS LESS SPOKEN

Deborah – Frozen – AWISEWOMANSJOURNEY

Candice – Sacred Venus

Dorinda Duclos – On The Rebirth Of Life – Night Owl Poetry

Bobby Fairfield – When the pen takes control…

Opposing

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Cody Davis

coloring outside the lines
from early on
disciplined often
she didn’t play well with others

rebellious and obnoxious
loud and proud
seeking attention
needing to be heard

she found the majority
were not her clan
so proud to be dissentient
always doing things her way

mostly on the outside
peering in
headstrong and defiant
a breed born of dysfunction

but she was strong and capable
a mover and shaker
mystifying the competition
finding her peace anyway

Whispering Gratitude

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one last time
a slow stroll
rising up the stairs
feeling the worn railing
under my hands
gliding on the smoothness
of years waxed
with the oils of progeny

peering into the empty bedrooms
faintly hearing the cacophony
of my giggling girls
from ancient slumber parties
the distant laughter
echoing in the corners
what the walls have heard
of childhood secrets

turning to the future
gently placing one foot
down in front of the other
thank you, safe haven
i’ll treasure the memories
as one last sigh escapes
and one tear travels down
i say goodbye

 

 

Getting Centered

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when anxiety
diligently tries
to undermine
my efforts to live

i go inward
scared, asking questions
insulating in a bubble
surrounding my pain

it’s a lonely conflict
ravaging my body
me damaging me
tearing up my psyche

then i write

poetry
my conduit
to understanding
myself and life

Feeding Intimacy

Originally published on IWH January 23, 2018. Enjoy!

I Write Her

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The chase included all the delicacies love snacks on, fills up on even.

I kept coming back for more. You provided, I was hooked.

I could be satiated whenever I needed.

You kept your buffet stocked. A beautiful presentation.

I never felt hungry, rather I was full.

Years went by, I remained well fed.

We were happy. For a bit.

Then more years passed and the spread was less colorful, it didn’t speak to me.

And then, I began to notice less and less on the table before me, even some spoilage.

Hmmm, I’m hungry. That’s new.

I mentioned the pangs, I cried that I was hungry, I hurt going to sleep at night.

You ordered take-out, we ate together. For a bit.

Going down it felt like fake food, second-hand and ABC cud.

A temporary fix to fill a gaping hole, only as required.

But then you starved me. I lost so…

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