Waves of emerald and deep forest green;
Swaying branches of leaf-foliage trees.
Along the forest’s grassy ledge
Encroaching and clinging the river’s edge
That quiet, rippling stream.
Waves of foam rolling in the ocean breeze;
Roaring and rising high above the salty sea.
Only to stumble and fall into the watery abyss
To dissipate beneath the ocean’s crest
Until no longer visible; no longer seen.
Lonesome waterfowl glides ever so silently
Over the swelling waves of the sea
Searching for a place to rest
With eyes so keen and wings outspread
Until his journey is complete.
Waves of time sift unswervingly
Through the furrowed land and turbulent sea;
Its’ silent resounding echo cannot be heard
Yet time’s unseen presence affects all life on earth
Until it is swallowed by eternity.
Ripples spread in a
Widening quiver as a
Stone strikes the river.
I have just attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “stone” and “river”. I continue to enjoy the challenge of putting different and even opposite words in such a short poem. If you like challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept Ronovan’s latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
Springtime, friends, and strolls
By the river; sweet joys make
Me smile and shiver.
I have just attempted yet another haiku challenge from Ronovan Writes blog using the words “friend” and “shiver”. I am enjoying the challenge of putting different and even opposite words in such a short poem. If you like challenges and haiku’s then I invite you to also accept his latest challenge at this link: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/category/haiku-prompt-challenge/
I have recently learned about a new poem style known as a freku. It begins with a free verse poem and then concludes with a summarizing haiku; hence the term freku. This is my second try with such a poem.
Like a river that gently comes and goes,
The day opens and flows before me.
Like a river that turns and bends, it unfolds
With unknown events; hidden and unseen.
And like a river softly forever lapping in a
Continuous tinkling stream,
I must trustingly wade through this new day
By walking with the Lord in faith and
Letting him lead me the way.
Like a river that
Flows, must keep on trusting and
Up, up, and away we flew into the sky;
What a thrilling sensation to soar so high.
Over the rocky and rugged landscape we flew
As the morning sun displayed its’ brilliant hue.
Grayish white clouds hung suspended in the air
At times refracting the sun’s lemon-tinted glare.
Such a majestic and lofty perspective of the scene
As we glided over with the earth far below our feet.
The sky around us was a vivid and vast blue sea
And stretched over us like a high vaulted canopy.
The highway below stretched out like a long and narrow river
And we flew over the lakes fabled the Seven Brothers.
Curving around Cloud’s Peak and Bomber Mountain,
We also saw Black Tooth, rugged hillsides, and olive green woodlands.
Gliding like a lone eagle in the flowing and swirling wind,
We floated on the breezy waves in the deep ocean of heaven.
But at last and all too soon it was time to return
To our home below, the mountainous and forest covered earth.
So gently we descended, coming softly down
And I knew the moment our small plane touched the solid ground.
And now today, I remember and hold in my heart
That cherished journey in the sky; a memory which will not soon depart.