Illusku : Illustrated Haiku Challenge
Contest //Sponsored by: JCB Brul
( Honorable Mention )
Written: August 14, 2025
spiderweb shimmers,
each dew bead holds morning light--
world wakes soft and still.
Categories:
spiderweb, light, nature,
Form: Other
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.
Categories:
spiderweb, nature,
Form: Free verse
in darkness I fear
creepy spider webs hanging
awaiting victims
8/1/23
Categories:
spiderweb, fear,
Form: Haiku
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
Categories:
spiderweb, nature,
Form: Verse
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.
Categories:
spiderweb, love, moon, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
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
Categories:
spiderweb, insect, nature, strength,
Form: Verse
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
Categories:
spiderweb, confusion
Form: I do not know?