Volumes

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Feeling full
of stuff to do
things to read
thoughts to write
and falling behind

Pressured and agitated
need to step back
and organize
my normal life cycle
trying to prioritize

I hope my friends
will understand
it’s not you but me
Took on a big chunk
and catching up

Busy and isolated
stuck more in my head
than is necessary
for my health
and recognizing it

Seems I’m not the only one

I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #14

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Art Worldly – Juliana Kolesova

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  

  • 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 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 with this! 🙂

 

Please take some time to review last week’s submissions below. I hope you’ll enjoy the creativity and variety of expression! It was wonderful! Thank you to all who participated! 🙂

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David Kovalenko

Hidden Aircraft – The Dark Netizen

Reena Saxena – Flirtatious

Hélène Vaillant – Toys – Willow Poetry

check point – words less spoken

What Happened? – K-POPPAWHEELY

Daisy Bala – Mistrusted Machine – freshdaisiesdotme

So Much Winning – Tina Stewart Brakebill

Deborah – Memories – AWISEWOMANSJOURNEY

Candice – Sacred Venus

Nan – Trapped – Chasing the Muses

Clarence Holm – Major Tom, In The Forest, Hope – Prairie Chat

Eugenia – Sanctuary in the Cosmos – ThusNSuch

Trapped

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Lucid Being – Ash D. Solomon

I
can see
the better
life shining clear,
can almost taste it.
But it’s just out of reach.
Down again, gave in again
to the temptations of my sins.
Every so often I regret it.
Shame, guilt, anger, sickness, hunger for death.
Self-medication, self-flagellation;
It’s all I seem to know anymore.
The bruises of the bottle stain
my life a shade of dingy
and gray in this bright world.
Can I escape it?
I would like to
just get out
of this
hell.