a bud reaches out
conjured by the smoke whirls-
day light blows off
.
green tunnel of trees-
a boy from a passing bus
plucks a specked leaf
.
An inactive spell has infiltrated my mind and my senses nowadays. And here I wrote what I saw in a memory or a dream, when it arrived at my door of current thought.
For Carpe Diem # 507 and the upcoming prompt of Heeding Haiku With HA on Wedbesday, where I talk about improvising our haiku by taking care of certain details while writing. Do not forget to visit Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie for a variety of writing prompts throughout the week,
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second one is very crisp in my opinion…and familiar as i would be one of those boys reaching out to touch the trees….
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I am quite caught up visualizing “arrived at my door of current thought.”
The boy and the bud – a fanciful, momentary touch.
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Dear boy, what have you done with that speckled leaf? Do you still treasure it, even though it has probably wilted by now? It was special to you once. Is it still?
Smudged with Smoke
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Feels like a magical spell Anmol …. awesome response on Shiki’s haiku …
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Dreams are fodder for all manner of living 🙂
Cheers, Jules
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