I walk through the glade
colour enlightens me-
in my mind's eye
abstractions rainbow
my persoective
The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;unseen the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,oak stained the pale apricot;while
blood red,reddish russetdotted the olive lind;freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt rumber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.
Categories:
afterword, art, nature, word play,
Form: Didactic
The haibun can be a standard(where haiku etc follows the prose) or afterword (where prose follows the haiku) or prose envelope (prose para haiku,para) verse envelope(haiku prose haiku) or interlaced (chorus, verse, chorus) or verse sequence (haiku,prose,haiku,haiku etc)
a haibun ABSTRACTION
The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;unseen the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,oak stained the pale apricot;while
blood red,reddish russetdotted the olive lind;freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt rumber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.
I walk through the glade
abstractions enlighten me-
colour my rainbow
Categories:
afterword, poetry, word play,
Form: Didactic
A pashmina
is the swish afterword
of a wonderful night.
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Sponsor - Jesse Rowe
A win in this Premiere Contest
Categories:
afterword, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
HAIKU MOMENT 8
Stray cool breeze
Plants a calm ease;
Heat wave reprieve
~~~~~~~~~
So many laps
Round and round;
Brisk walking spree
~~~~~~~~~
Weary worry
Spreads load heavy;
Too much tension
~~~~~~~~~
A good laugh here
Marks worthwhile cheer;
Light moments ease
~~~~~~~~~
Mall excursion
Goodies galore;
Tempting bargains
~~~~~~~~~
Curious wonder
History unfolds;
Vanity confronts
~~~~~~~~~
Curious eyes watch
One winning glimpse;
Claims sure credit
~~~~~~~~~
Power decrees
Curious claims;
Hypocrisy reigns
~~~~~~~~~
Afterword
Too much, too quick;
Choke on delight
~~~~~~~~~
All in due time
Decipher mint;
Sing the same song
~~~~~~~~~
Nobody then
Somebody now;
Mental paralysis
~~~~~~~~~
Once upon
A yesterday;
Unknown quota
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
17 August2016
Singapore
Categories:
afterword, change,
Form: Haiku
WINTER HAIBUN (Afterword )
shapes spread statuesque
foliage in Winter clothes-
melancholy me
Hallow Eve to Candlemas,the sun now turning south,;November is
sombre,December dark,January,February cold and stark.Catkins litter the forest
floor,beeches shed their leaves galore.Gales melange the mix,as decay brings
nature's bionomics.Hexagon pointed stars move and shift ,into a patterned
powdered drifts.Rain filled days of slush and muck,webs on shards of gossamer
stuck.Twilight months in winter shade until the snowdrops metamorphise in the glade
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Categories:
afterword, poetry, seasons,
Form: Haibun
she has stars for eyebrows
her phonetic smile says so much more
tightly wrapped in the grey gaunt gauze of daylight
eyes still closed
i wait arms breadth away for her
to breath
to open
while mind touches upon her journey
while pieces parts of her epiphany are spoon fed
like chocolate grace into my feasting and willing heart
i am the succulent afterword
to her speech now uttered in its completion
...with its grand street ballroom
upon which we
all in our time of giddy laughter
need to dance like royalty or fools
...with its back alley rainwater
that washes away all those terrible yesterdays
i am the sweat mongerer who waits
for her sleeping to be roused
transcendental she sleeps
with a soft drink
while i nourish
in the folds of her slumbering dreams
Categories:
afterword, august, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Take it to the doors of heart :
features are same,
of whores and nuns.
Small steps, big hands
move towards the blood-gates of ropes
to pluck the thorns from books.
Tomorrow was yet to come.
Today it is bloodbath
in river of slogans
Afterword was mine.
The candle will burn for whole night
in different colors.
Who was outsider
in the shivering crowd ?
Let everybody shed the mask.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
afterword, art,
Form: ABC
Take it to the doors of heart :
features are same,
of whores and nuns.
Small steps, big hands
move towards the blood-gates of ropes
to pluck the thorns from books.
Tomorrow was yet to come.
Today it is bloodbath
in river of slogans
Afterword was mine.
The candle will burn for whole night
in different colors.
Who was outsider
in the shivering crowd ?
Let everybody shed the mask.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
afterword, food
Form: I do not know?
Dull hearts have gone astray
My euphoria lights the way
The conquers will burn their books
Why am I the one in flames?
Said we’d die holding hands
(I’ll suffered for you)
Now that time is past
(I’ve suffered for you)
I was always dancing in post-mortem
(I suffered for you)
But now, not quite so fast
(I suffer for you!)
What does it mean to you?
Angels have needles, too
Swift was the madness
Ever is the sadness
Calm is the last word she said
Before she gave into her dread
The mirror always steals its truth
So why is she the one in chains?
Dying stopping someone’s rage
(Suffer)
From taking your smile’s place
(Suffer)
I will lay this all to rest
(Suffer)
For the flies to lay their eggs
(I suffer for you!)
What does it mean to you?
Angels have needles, too
Swift was the madness
Ever is the sadness
Give my afterword a bleeding hole
(What does it mean to you?)
So everyone will know
(Angels have needles, too)
To say themselves and stay away
(Swift was the madness)
I hope you can forgive my suffering
(Ever is the sadness)
What does it mean to you?
Angels have needles, too
Swift was the madness
Ever is the sadness
Categories:
afterword, friendship, loss, lost love,
Form: Bio