Wings I was given,
to fly I was taught,
yet,
hesitant I have been
to take that leap,
and
to spread those wings
lest they shrivel and die.
©
Jacqueline
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Wings I was given,
to fly I was taught,
yet,
hesitant I have been
to take that leap,
and
to spread those wings
lest they shrivel and die.
©
Jacqueline
I’ve fallen;
far too many times
than I can count,
that the only way
for me to fall again
is to rise up.
© 2018 Jacqueline
we overthink answers
to life’s simple questions,
human’s complicate matters.
—
the answer my friend
is already there,
simply rethink your question.
I totally enjoyed this prompt for this week’s haiku. Several options popped into my head but I settled for this two ‘cos of the message behind them.
fruits of the vine
mature with age,
and so does sage.
wisdom, she lost,
buried in the deep cups
of the grapevine.
© Jacqueline 2019
Thank you Ronovan, I enjoyed this prompt.
Soft cooing sounds of comfort
the dove reminds,
the land is richly green
I felt a bit rusty writing this haiku. It’s been many months of no practice but after several attempts, I managed to cobble something that I like.
Thank you for an interesting prompt Ronovan. Grass & Dove
This haiku might sound morbid, but it’s just a statement of fact. Each moment that we receive never comes back again. When I think of time, I think of the fact that it’s our most valuable commodity and there’s simply not enough of it. Every moment counts make the best of it.
Ronovan writes weekly haiku challenge: Time and Movement
Once I saw Ronovans’ prompt, woke & up, I chuckled. Getting out of bed these days has been a struggle ‘cos I’ve been sleeping unusually late. The first haiku depicts this ‘bedmatics struggle’ and the second haiku has political connotations.
The shrilling alarm woke me
but it was hard to get up,
my pillow held me down.
If we don’t stay ‘woke,’
and rise up to change the paradigm
we all risk losing everything.
©
Jacqueline
©
Jacqueline
Our hardship forms the backbone of our success. Without these travails – as unpleasant as they may be – where would our stories of triumph be?
Your past is not your anchor
Be the master of your sea
Your boat has many ports to visit.
Enfolded in warm brawny arms
their hearts thump in a blissful state,
love is a good thing