March 6th Haiku Prompt: Cloche

March 6th Haiku Prompt: Cloche

A warm cloche and scarf
protect me from winter’s blast;
Summer, where are you?


March 4th Haiku Prompt: Captivate


March 4th Haiku Prompt: Captivate

So bashful – so shy
Captivating buds of spring
have to be coaxed forth


March 3rd Haiku Prompt: Citrus


March 3rd Haiku Prompt: Citrus

Citrus’ explosion
like the first burst of spring
renders one speechless


“Who Do I think I am?


Who do I think I am?


I often wonder

just who I think

I am

To dare to call


a poet

a writer

a dreamer of dreams?


When I see those around me

whose words flow so freely,

seem to flow so gracefully

literally dancing

on the page,

whose words leave me

breathless with anticipation,

luring me in

enticing me with their

sheer audacity,


and complexity of phrase

and the haunting beauty

of their images

the lingering after effects

of their thoughts

and of their dreams.


So, seriously —

Who do I think I am

to dare to call


anything other

than what I am —

Just someone

who feels

who dreams

and has the need

to put words on paper

in some form or fashion.

Nothing quite as free

nor even quite as audacious

Just someone

who does what she can

as best she can

Yet frustrated

knowing that there is more

oh, much more

So much more —

So, Do I really dare to call myself a poet?

Do I really have a choice?

and does it really matter after all?

Joan Walker



March 2nd Haiku Prompt: Canoe


March 2nd Haiku Prompt: Canoe

Canoe, fragile bark,
Yet quite sturdy when braving
Swift currents of spring


Braving the waves,
Rambunctious though they be,
On a warm spring day —

A feeling of joy.



March 2 Haiku Prompt — Cloud


March 1st Haiku Prompt: Cloud

Winds are picking up
Clouds scudding cross the sky
Spring is almost here.

Gossamer white clouds
Sky of cerulean blue
A springtime feeling





my thoughts

wild – rebellious



here and there

never stopping,

never pausing

not even to catch a breath


nor do they seem to care

that time is passing


other times

nothing, nada, zilch


not even a trickle

to soothe my parched

and fevered brain

What is there

what little bit

seems stuck

mired down in mists

of trouble and turmoil

not apathy — no.

I should be so lucky.

Not even wanting to get


out of the muck.



Haiku Challenge #28


Haiku Challenge #28
Prompt: Bridge

From Spring’s pastels
To Summer’s fiery array
A gentle bridge

Crossing the bridge
at twilight, moon reflected;
Peacefully, serene.


Haiku Challenge #27

Haiku Challenge #27
Prompt: Button

Winter’s eve distraction
Pile of brightly colored buttons
Scattered cross the table

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