Ronovan’s Haiku Challenge #337 – Open and Solace

Ronovan's Weekly Haiku Challenge #337 PC : Rich Soul Heart beats to the rhythmeyes open to the raindropssolace in dark clouds PC : Lenin Estrada Dreams take to travelbreezing through open windowsdrifting in solace PC : Diego PH Hands open upwardssolacing yesterday’s painsgratitude for life

Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge – #334

Ronovan's Haiku Prompt Challenge - #334 - GRACE and SLIP 1) THUNDERSTORM Single slip of gracegrand elope of sky with greycome rainfall with thunderstorm 2) LIFE MOVES ON Life moves on with graceslipping through frames of timecarefree nomad COPYRIGHT © 2019- 2020 Nima Mohan, thetenthzodiac.wordpress.com, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Meet and Part Drama – #writephoto by Sue, Weekly Haiku Prompt# 318 by Ronovan

Combining Sue's Thursday Photo Prompt and Ronovan's Weekly Haiku Poetry Challenge # 318 - MEET and PART Romancing darknessreconciled trees with crescentgolden dawn partingdawn encounters darkunder the tree with moon sliceunvoiced feelings part holding on to lovenight gripping on fair moon piecereluctant to part expedient smileunfinished love notes from moonparting at the meet grief stricken... Continue Reading →

Night of Wolves

Written for Mindlovemisery's Menagerie - Saturday Mix- Mad about Metaphors - THE WIND WAS A HOWLING WOLF. The night just stepped in. A beautiful damsel clad in black gown with starry crystals shining here and there. While the lone wolf was making his move preying his dinner, deep down in the jungle, a pack of wolves... Continue Reading →

Clouds

The clouds taking shapes as they please- sometimes dragon and sometimes a bunny. Moving in the sky always- they never stop nor are they tired, always following the wind. White or grey – always follow the same rule.Thunder and lightning- they do their thing, Rain or sunshine- to read their mind. Clouds in grey and whiteDays... Continue Reading →

Dreams / Poem

I want to write about dreams-Those that are bountiful,Those that are beautiful.Those that transcends,Dimensions ever imagined.My dreams are enriched-With all the known colors,And all the colors unknown.Yes, they have the whites, And the blacks -the cast away.My dreams do smell- Of the fresh blooms of spring,Of the freshly brewed coffee,Of the freshly baked bread.They also... Continue Reading →

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