Category Archives: Poetry

Harmony

Posted on February 14, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged magnetic poetry, seasons, spting | 16 Comments

Heritage #midnighthaiku

Posted on February 14, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* Old gives birth to new Its heritage unsullied Pristine perfection *

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged haiku, purity, Spring | 8 Comments

Motley

Posted on February 13, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Life misdirected Neither role nor play exist Beyond perception A fondness for the spotlight Blinds eyes to reality For Colleen’s Poetry Challenge Images: Pixabay.

Posted in Poetry | Tagged ego, Life, performance, stage | 10 Comments

Key #midnighthaiku

Posted on February 13, 2018 by Sue Vincent

* Hearts hold memories Fireside tales for winter nights Await unlocking *

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged age, haiku, memory | 8 Comments

Sanctuary – Joelle LeGendre #writephoto

Posted on February 12, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Sanctuary means different things to different people. Some like the feel of a pew and feel as if they’re in the presence of God by staring through the stained glass windows. Some prefer age-old chants and prayer mats. And others … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, Poetry | Tagged haibun, haiku, home | 4 Comments

Willow #midnighthaiku

Posted on February 12, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged haiku, snow, tree, winter | 8 Comments

Moonlight

Posted on February 11, 2018 by Sue Vincent

For Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged midnight, moonlight, tanka | 22 Comments

Breathe… #midnighthaiku

Posted on February 11, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged beauty, dawn, dusk, haiku | 8 Comments

Seeds

Posted on February 10, 2018 by Sue Vincent

Fairies in the wind Carrying childhood wishes Future uncertain ‘Rosebay willowherb’… tall summer spires of brilliant pink followed by a thousand fluffy fairies escaping autumn’s flame. Magical things, holding the future within them, like the child who watched them fly. … Continue reading →