Illusku : Illustrated Haiku Challenge
Contest //Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Contest Judged: 8/28/2025 7:40:00 AM
( Honorable Mention )
Written: August 14, 2025
spiderweb shimmers,
each dew bead holds morning light--
world wakes soft and still.
The spiderweb is large;
a long, cold winter lies ahead.
The sound of many waters ruffles
the misty stillness of morning
as my soul shivers.
in darkness I fear
creepy spider webs hanging
awaiting victims
8/1/23
The spiderweb is large;
a long, cold winter lies ahead.
The sound of many waters
ruffles the misty stillness of morning
as my soul shivers.
Image: Spiderweb With Dew by Bruce J. Nelson. Used with permission of the Bruce J. Nelson Estate. artpal.com/bjnestate22
The lights have fallen
to nightbreak.
There, on the sharp horizon.
Cracked open.
Leaching
pastel peach...
(Or is it apricot?)
...into the dimming blue.
The moon,
two stars -
aligned,
in a line.
Three drops of rain;
frozen in their falling.
An overnight shower,
lasting longer than it did...
By the tiny grace
of an unseen spider;
her webwork
holding these three,
three pieces of rain -
up to the fading moonlight
as dawn conspires to interfere
with the colors she is daily born in.
The white brings blue.
The day brings night.
The night brings dew.
I long for you.
In the long days,
in the longer nights.
In the dark,
in the light.
If I’m lucky,
in my ache,
I’ll be suspended
for a moment more.
Between heaven.
Between earth.
Consumed by starlight.
Embracing dark, forestalling dawn.
Awash in moonlight.
Spider silk, spun snare of steel
Morning's moisture, spheres reveal
Deathly wonder, deadly wheel
Written 21st February 2017
Entry to "triad in seven beats" contest
Compressed predator instincts
Exist in the most primitive dimension
Textile complex of nerves
Mixture of nebulas and herbs
Blinking imperfect echoes
Is it a crop of static points?
Yet there’s no sign of growth
No sprouting into a G minor code
A multi-fingered park
For a suicide octagon roll?
Most probably
Horde of wormholes on the wall
Dementia brought cheese mentality
Expose your paper gestures
And fold
Extreme fisherman-frontal jump
Into the scribbled reflections of
A starving point
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