the final bow
the great hall grows cold,
no cheers or laughter abound,
for the fallen lead

My poem for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge.
© 2020 Ronovan Hester Copyright reserved. The author asserts his moral and legal rights over this work.
the final bow

My poem for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge.
© 2020 Ronovan Hester Copyright reserved. The author asserts his moral and legal rights over this work.
new storms ahead
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I imagine those reading this one might think of a certain topic but it has many meanings. Did you know that when farmers, gardeners, and anyone who has to dig in a new area should get a person to come out and search for the utilities underground first? The person will place red flags where any existing areas of concern are which will remain areas of concern for the future unless the utility is rerouted, made obsolete, or the person needing to dig, finds another, equally or more fertile place to dig.

A Shi Rensa for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge.
© 2020 Ronovan Hester Copyright reserved. The author asserts his moral and legal rights over this work.
the deep embrace

My poem for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge.
© 2020 Ronovan Hester Copyright reserved. The author asserts his moral and legal rights over this work.