A glass of wine, a yarn, and little by little layers are born. The waiting and expectation are building up as I look through the window. A new year is approaching!
snowdrops at midnight
welcoming new beginnings
shining as diamonds
Tanka Tuesday – Haibun
Moonwashed musings – New beginnings
A smear of jam on my white shirt, the school uniform I always complained about.
Now, after many years, better to say, many decades, I miss that time. I miss the lightness portrayed in my memories when the worries were the exams and friendships.
The breakfast and lunch were always ready before and after school, as well as delicious snacks to take with me. Peanut butter and jam were savoured in hurry between laughs and books.
The smear of jam on my white shirt was inevitable.
No worries, the shirt would be washed as soon as I got home.
sprouting memory a forgotten smear of jam shift in the season
Joining Tanka Tuesday – Synonyms only – Change & Grow and have chosen shift and sprouting for the Haiku
Joining Carrot Ranch 99-word challenge – a smear of jam – the text only (99 words)
I’m proud of myself because my Cinquain from last week, you can read here, gave me the title of Poet of Week. Today I’m trying another form of poem: Haibun
Wild space
I stand in wonder
Trust and learning
In the middle of the night
Listening to the quiet of my intuition
Untouchable
Joining Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge.
Tea & Paper 