after fireworks
the silence is clearer
darkness is deeper
~
eyes look upon the dark sky
awaiting another blaze
* Written in response of Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Challenge # 4.
* The intriguing haiku is written by Bjorn Rudberg. The challenge was to write a couplet, two verses of 7 syllables each, complimenting the haiku.
Here is another one,
after fireworks
the silence is clearer
darkness is deeper
~
ears keep on buzzing with sounds
eyes glisten with faded light
with prominent eyes
cicada hums a love song
debut performance
~
wears a bow of love
aiming for suitable mate
drums beat in stomach
~
a resurrection
its time to born once again
mother earth tears up
~
limbs sweat profusely
heat seeps into the body
hear cicadas’ sing
* The third haiku is based on the fact that some cicadas can lay dormant for as long as 17 years in the womb of the mother earth and one day comes when they come out again in their usual demeanor, which has become a symbol of resurrection.
* It was difficult for me to write haiku about an insect I haven’t got to see and listen to much. I have just faint memories of listening to the singing insects; so can’t be sure whether they were cicadas or not. Written in response of Carpe Diem # 232.
you dream away
to a distant land,
shimmering
with a glow
unearthly,
never seen before,
.
you go prancing around-
letting your feet drown
in the desert sand,
raising your hands
letting them clutch air
and feel its feel
in the end,
.
sit under a silver tree
crimson fruits hanging,
curb yourself
from sinking your teeth into
the luscious
spheres of poison,
.
let your skin
absorb the bright
sunbeams,
let it burn
and sigh in relief,
.
feel the jets of water,
on your palms,
spewing forth from
an unknown source
and grab the golden goblet
out of thin air
and have some water,
end up spilling
some of it
on your cheeks,
.
hearing the thundering steps
of the giant
still yards away,
yet to arrive,
you do not go hide,
but run around
in no direction,
tired out,
sitting down
on a picnic bench
waiting,
.
let yourself be grabbed
in those massive hands,
producing
an inaudible sound;
.
the next moment
that comes to you,
you find yourself
waking up,
finding yourself
in the park,
lying under the ordinary
red maple,
rain droplets falling
over you in a certain rhythm,
a book resting
on your chest,
turned to the last page
now getting soaked;
.
status:
you are done reading.
* Written in response to Wordle 112
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