I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #33

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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?


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 8/24/19
  • 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! 🙂


Those blank, wooden figures stirred a lot of creativity last week. Go take a gander!


Jen Goldie – Starlight and Moonbeams and The Occasional Cat

Pat – eQuips

Nan – Whitebread – CHASING THE MUSES

Lisa Tomey – Mannequin Dreams: Dressed Up, Dressing Dolls, Confidence – The Prolific Pulse


Eugenia – People to see, places to go, things to do – PoemsNSuch

CJ Holm – Two Suits – The PrairieChat

Susan Zutautas – Convicted – Susan’s Place

Tien Skye – Political Climate – FROM THE WINDOW SEAT


JeanMarie Olivieri – Do You Haiku? – Words from JeanMarie


So sad but yet so simply and beautifully said. The accompanying image is perfect too! It and the poem make me think of the phrase “being put out to sea”. Thanks for sharing, Deborah! ❤


Written In Response To:

Light Motifs II Thursday Inspiration #17 – Welcome to Thursday Inspiration! This is my weekly prompt post and hopefully it will inspire you to write something creative, perhaps a poem or a piece of flash fiction.  This week’s theme is faded and the picture is below.

Thursday Inspiration

faded, forgotten

by the love she had trusted

heart clouded in pain

~ * ~

Photo Credit:  Pixabay

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The Moon Shone


If only the window would break
so I could fall away
from this midnight distress
of heavy breathing
laden with bourbon

If only I was not petrified
of what could
happen next
of what might
be my agony

If only this man
kept his hands
and his mutterings
of his wife’s failings
to himself

If only I was bigger
less frightened
when his hand clamped
down on me so hard

If only I was older
and knew what to do
beyond shaking
smiling glazed
and going numb

If only the moon
didn’t highlight
the deed
whitewash the evil
occurring below

If only the moon could save me

Shame On Us


the greatest stories
ever told are the deceptions
given in bland kisses
by the wretched liars

there’s no care
there’s no real love
there’s just an agenda
theirs comes first

what’s at stake
is what they get from you
furthering their goals
gets them one step closer

what’s at stake
is what you give them
being taken for granted
loses you your soul