Spring Hay(na)ku

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Spring sun
Awakening new life

Singing spring
Celebrating new season

Buds bursting
New spring green

Trees swaying
Season honoring dance

First growth
Riot of colors

Dry tinder
Green beneath brown

Spring foraging
Pine cone seeds

Heads cocked
Listening for worms

Wind, hail
Spring weather prevail


Today I’m trying a new poet form, thanks to today’s prompt, the hay(na)ku. Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince Gotera, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words.

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GloPoWriMo 2020

DAY 1 – Build a New Start
DAY 2 – Beloved Bookstore
DAY 3 – Sunshine and Hail
DAY 4 – Isolation Dating
DAY 5 –Staring out a Windowpane
DAY 6 – Casanova Comes Closer
DAY 7 – Swirling Colors of my Mind
DAY 8 – White – Red – Black
DAY 9 – Different World After
DAY 10 – Spring Hay(na)ku
DAY 11 – Love – Hay(na)ku
DAY 12 – Make Art – Triolet inspired
by Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell
DAY 13 – What did you think would happen
to a child left on my doorstep?
DAY 14 – Ballad of the Lost Poet
DAY 15 – Writer’s class – Hay(na)ku
DAY 16 – What is a Nomad without a Tribe?
DAY 17 – Pale Spring, Here Again, Nature Awake
DAY 18 – Spring Day in the Garden
DAY 19 – Close Couplets
DAY 20 – Lost in Love’s First Flush
DAY 21 – She Tasted Like Memory
DAY 22 – Struggling Mind
DAY 23 – Written in the book of dust
DAY 24 – At the end of every week, Friday-Cozy!
DAY 25 – Slip, Crack, Shatter
DAY 26 – Humans Really Don’t Know
DAY 27 – April Rain
DAY 28 – Greeting the Watch Horse
DAY 29 – Letter of Hope
DAY 30 – Witches Walpurgis Night Preparation

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Whole body lusts

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Living alone through the long dark winter
No friendly hugs, even considered
Suffered untouched through the long dark cold
Warm thoughts alone keeps from withering old
Cuddly wishes through the long cold season
Sublimed into ache, into dreams of sexual completion

Light slowly returning after long dark winter
Friendship shows up, unexpected encounter
Eyes connect after eons alone
Soul rings in rising libido tones
Skin on skin, open floodgates in heart
Embraced again, all composure fall apart

Spring sun warms after long lonely moons
Vision breaks of languid sensual afternoons
Hand teasing all the right places
Lips leaving fiery passion traces
Desire shines clear to minds eye
Whole body lusts for a lover between my thighs


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The first warm sun


The first warm sun rays of spring
Warm upon my cheek
A breeze turns it into gentle caress
Brilliant light dances behind closed lids
First spring touch kiss my lips
Natures warm embrace surrounds me
Comforting, healing
Life affirming

The Goddess gently touches
Starburst erupts
Showering me with universal love
Connecting me to me
To every living thing
Assuring me there will be a way
A path out of darkness
My trek dotted with oases of calm
Peace, connection, love
Moments of bliss

Secure points in a bewildering maze
Built of old and new trauma
Fear, sorrow, dark despair
Life-ending depression

Inner trust and faith will guide me through
Inborn strength a given armour
Intelligens, wit and wisdom deduce true from false
The quest might be lonely
Yet aided by care and love
Freely given, by friends yet to be found

Be still
Give thankfulness

Use your pen
Jot both now and then
Hone your craft
Draft by draft
Writing will illuminate
Meditation germinate
Revision concentrate
New life emancipate


Today again the will to make poetry out of my meditation overtook me soon thereafter. :-)

Also posted to earthweal open link weekend #8.



When you come to call one day
Make your wishes clear with a nosegay
Depending on the weekday
There’s so much you could say
In my secret heart I pray
You’ll arrive on love’s day

On Saturn’s day
New bathed, with a Belladonna spray
Good intentions might be gainsaid

On the Sun’s day
With a mistletoe you say
I wanna kiss and cuddle all day

On the Moon’s day
Iris and Lily may
A message of beauty portray

On Mars’s day
Basil good wishes convey
How steadfast you’ll stay

On Mercury’s day
Fragrant lavender portray
The grace of our dancing sway

On Jupiter’s day
Dandelion makes us feel young and gay
Like singing musicals on Broadway

On Venus’s day
If you choose Roses and Hibiscus nosegay
I know the talking bouquet flowers say
I want to love and cherish you to my last living day


Written for What day is it anyway? at dVerse, and Weekly Scribblings #5: A Mouthful Of Flowers at Poet’s and Storytellers United.


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