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Nat. Haiku Writing Month

NaHaiWriMo 2015.

Day 22… prompt… nudge

viewed from my window-

snowflakes nudging laurel leaves~

a pied wagtail walks

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Day 23… prompt… name

so many tints and hues

show as the rainbow widens

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Day 24… prompt… nag

stools out in the sun

beer flowing from The Nag’s Head~

wives at home cooking

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Day 25… prompt… navigate

maestro navigates

through the orchestral score

music fills the air

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Day 26… prompt… narrow

in narrow margins

doodles give secrets away-

not concentrating

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Day 27… prompt… nominate

just nominating

a moment of silent stillness~

a new beginning

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Day 28… prompt… neglect

don’t ever neglect

the promise of a new day~

a new beginning

Elaine Morris (c) February 2015.

Nat. Haiku Writing Month

NaHaiWriMo 2015

Day 15… prompt… nest

unoccupied nests
exposed~ plush green moss grows
furnishing stone walls

Day 16… prompt… nickel

as evening closes-
nickel silver streamlets flow
salty estuaury

Day 17… prompt… nosebleed

outpouring sorrow-
elephants returning-
year upon year

Day 18… prompt… neon

heaven’s stars still sleep~
our neon street lights polluting
the late evening sky

Day 19… prompt… nuance

newborn babies skin-
soft as outward sleeping breath~
touch- gently cradled

Day 20… prompt… notebook

notebook of my life
wakens another blank page
to make my mark on

Day 21… prompt… newlywed

broken antique vase
newlywed- do not handle~
glue not yet dry

Nat. Haiku Writing Month

NaHaiWriMo 2015.

Day 8…prompt…native

native bluebells grow
by imported Spanish blooms
side by side- harmonized

Day 9…prompt…nuclear

feeling drawn into
deep dark heart of a tulip~
it’s soul- nucleus.

Day 10…prompt…novel

tea in a wigwam-
feather head dress by the door-
new life’s novelty

Day 11…prompt…northwest

north westerly winds
defy the promise of spring
buds still tightly closed

Day 12…prompt…numeric

from birth onwards-
time passes numerically~
wisdom accrues

Day 13…prompt…newfangled

momentarily
not newfangled poetry~
just haiku

Day 14…prompt…neuter

neutral winter days
show us fifty shades of grey
while we wait for spring

The Heart, the Rose, the Pen.

Walking with a girl in winter sunshine,
I feel the warmth, her arm around my girth
a stirring starts deep in the heart of earth
tingling in the loins of roots. She’s mine.

Graft strength and marry beauty to define,
she turns, eyes lock, awakening loves new birth.
The little tree thrusts up for all it’s worth
in effort to produce a rose so fine.

He wrote as one with pen, his craft and art,
rich nectar flowing held the dusky maid,
with ruby lips and petals golden heart,
she bloomed a flower of the boldest red.

He reads to her his own heartfelt love sonnet.
She wears his rose with pride upon her bonnet.

Elaine Morris (c) February 2014.

Nat. Haiku Writing Month

Nahaiwrimo  2015.

Day 1… prompt … now.

Over snow topped hills!

late afternoon sun now spreads

her pale pink apron.

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Day 2 … prompt … noisily.

Noisily honking

whoopers overwintering

here at Martin Mere.

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Day 3 … prompt … nervously.

Waiting patiently

beech leaves shiver nervously

in the winter winds.

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Day 4 … prompt … nakedly.

Winter beach, naked,

silver now the tide has left,

seashells in the sun.

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Day 5 … prompt … nonstop.

The nonstop people

miss today whilst rushing on

towards tomorrow.

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Day 6 … prompt … nonchalantly.

Andrew is my son.

He arrived nonchalantly

to feed the chickens.

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Day 7 … prompt … nearest.

The soul of the earth

is nearest when the snowdrops

push through frozen soil.

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Elaine Morris (c)  February 2015.

Shadows (Villanelle)

Shadows give no age away,
gardener’s spade against the wall,
shows no moisture, no decay.

Prune the rose, cut back the bay,
sunflowers, tulips, plant them all.
Shadows give no age away.

Bees and butterflies at play,
Canterbury bells grow tall
full of moisture, no decay.

Sunlight shortens every day,
autumn apples start to fall.
Shadows give no age away.

Eddie struggles, walks with sway,
falling fence and crumbling wall,
show no moisture, just decay.

Wishing only youth would stay,
old man stooped, no longer tall.
Shadows give no age away.
Show no moisture, no decay.

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