The Prize – A poem.

The Prize

heaven towers high

or perhaps deep within us

waiting and watching

The Prize Image with Haiku

How to Write a Haiku in English Form

A haiku for this week’s Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge of TOWER and Watch.


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Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Prompt #Challenge Roundup #58

ueshibaClosing Haiku

As the week rises

My shackles will be broken

And I will be saved.

First in this week:

TJ Paris Aux armes, citoyens! Rise up! | La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin



Ritu Help & Bake Off Heats Heat | But I Smile Anyway…

Annette Rochelle Aben (Author, Radio Host.) http://wp.me/p4ayEo-JR

Mira forgive and forget | They, You and Me

Elizabeth Haiku: Rise and Save | teandpaper

Al Haiku Challenge – “Rise” & “Save” | Al The Author’s blog

Prakash Rise and Save – Haiku | Its PH

Janice Wisdom’s Gems & Conserving Daylight | Ontheland

Sue Vincent (Author & Dog Posession) Grace | Daily Echo Edit

Clarence Loons Song| PrairieChat

Denis1950 Save a Sunrise haikuhound.wordpress.com

Judy Two Thoughts | Edwina’s Episodes

Nato One Day at a Time | Chasing Life and Finding Dreams

Jen Optimistic & Haunted | the secret keeper Also be sure to check out  her About page. Amazing quotes.

AC Elliott Death’s Snare | The Salt & The Light

Meredith & Martha (The Literary Angels): Rise and Save | Meredith’s Musings

R. Todd Rise and Save… | A Flash of Fiction…

Greg Starting the Day: a #haiku #haibun | Potholes in the Road of Life

Elusive Trope Middle Ages Reconnaissance | Elusive Trope

Ruth Cake, Do Not Dessert Me... madmeanderingme.wordpress.com

Jen History Repeats | the secret keeper

Last night before falling asleep, I felt a Haiku welling up inside. My tablet was in my hands. I wrote down the verse, and with some minor edits the Haiku appeared: “History Repeats.” It is the PING presently above. It seems my reaction to Ronovan’s words Rise and Save had an extremely visceral reaction within me. All three Haiku I wrote in this Challenge came from dreams and a necessity to record what came to me. TY Ronovan for your majorly creative and inspirational choices of words. It seems they inspire all of us. jk 😎

Vashti Quiroz-Vega (Author) Blue Planet| The Writer Next Door

Serins Weekly #Haiku #poetry prompt challenge 58 | Serins Sphere

Florence Embrace | MEANINGS AND MUSINGS

Kathy Happy Days – kathymburke.wordpress.com

Steven (Author) A Simplicity Lane Truism Haiku (bills never sleep) | Simplicity Lane

Juliette Heaven or Hell | Battered Wife Seeking Better Life

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Day of a Dream

Darkness has fallen and the doors no longer shake.

Jack O Lanterns have been brought in and witches pulled up by the stake.

Sugar has filled every hollow of child and man.

Excited minds and heartbeats are falling to sleep if they can.

 

But have you wondered what happens next,

In the world minutes after that night of eve?

Did you think this all came about,

Just to practice trickery for treats to deceive?

 

The spirits form from wisps of smoke.

Their cackle calls pulled from a drunkards choke.

Why do they come on this night back to earth?

And are they the kindly or those of no worth?

 

They stagger about through the streets and the paths.

They venture into the quiet to hide their vengeful wrath.

Some wonder why there are those who go missing.

And some wonder just before at the sound of that hissing.

 

The rustle of a leaf, the wind blowing of course.

As shoulders are driven to earth by inhumanly force.

Bodies try to scream as skin is ripped to shreds.

Last thoughts of how they wished they had returned to their beds.

 

Feet pass by the darkened garden spot,

The sniffling wet nose drawn to a certain spot.

The master pulls with force to move them on their way.

Perhaps next time on the next All Hallows Day.

 

 

 

The sound of a distant whimpering and a terrible scream,

And the smoke formed spirit knows, for those two, there will be no next Halloween.

The sound comes to its ears at the approach of another  present for its once per year day of a dream.

 

 

Ronovan

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