Submissions 7 – frozen

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43 responses to “Submissions 7 – frozen

  1. from Venelina Petkova, Sofia, Bulgaria…

    my mam’s Red pelargonium

    does not stop blooming

    Have I been a flower, too?

    seagulls cross

    the night skies

    and laugh at me

    awake through the night

    as if sad the cranesbill

    awaits the dew

    my breath …

    I ask the dandelion in my mind

    “Do you know how one dies?”

    • An interesting observation Yoshiharu.

      1. Maybe line 1 and 2 can be revised to focus on the image that was observed.

      over the gutter
      a spider is weaving a web
      *****************

      2. Maybe the new line 1 can be revised to highlight the type or location of the “gutter.”

      on a street gutter
      a spider is weaving a web
      ******************

      3. Line 3 is the tricky part. (what final thought/ experience to share?)
      a. the midsummer morning / the hot morning sun /
      b. a delicate/intricate bridge to its future
      c. ???

      4. I don’t think line 4 is needed

      • Thank you very much Gerald.
        I revised my haiku.

        a spider is wearing a web
        on the irrigating a rice paddy —
        midsummer morning

  2. Black bird:

    In the summer night
    From the rooftop of the house
    A bird is singing

    Yellow as a sun-beam
    Black as the wood burned by fire
    Deep sounds of sweetness

    The bird is in it self
    song and body like a haiku
    mirrored in my soul

    North Sea:

    Thundering North Sea
    Silver sand swirls like snowflakes
    Hurting eyes and skin

    My soul flies with birds
    Washed clean by sand, wind and salt
    Purified and light

  3. Goldfish

    “Do you remember this place” I ask. We had stopped here many years ago when we travelled on this road. This road was not a highway then. And there was a small toddy shop here, at this place.
    “Oh yes. And we had some weird fish fry and then you had an upset stomach. “
    I open the menu card. It reads indian chinese continental cuisine. The restaurant is empty.
    “The corona lockdown sir” the waiter says sheepishly.

    Self isolation-
    the aquarium goldfish
    stares at me

  4. Newborn

    A daughter is born yet again.. My paternal aunt cries . She wanted a son to be born after two daughters.Dad is all smiles. He says he is happy as the child is healthy. My mother looks tired but happy. My new born sister smiles at me and I fall in love with her. It’s my sixth birthday the next day and I am excited.

    memories
    I read about wormholes
    yet again

  5. overripe figs
    a screech of starlings
    squabbling over worms
    .
    rice paddy scarecrows
    sporting lookout tree frogs—
    slight shift of shoulders
    .
    delicate pink fringes
    a field of cosmos
    with skirts in full swirl
    .
    autumn berries
    crab spider sentinels
    lying in wait
    .
    weathered barn
    a blush of virginia
    creeping over rust
    .
    bruise-blue skyline
    dashing back and forth
    surf and sandpipers

  6. 3 inbox submissions just received by email from John Parsons:

    sheep’s trough cistern
    a hoard of midges
    swarms up

    bird wings above
    like my heart
    miss a beat

    purple loosestrife
    stillness of a heron
    in Autumn sun

  7. breaking barriers
    growing through concrete
    the peepal 

    frozen lake
    our differences
    irreconcilable

    chool carnival
    I relive my childhood
    on the Ferris wheel

    summer noon
    to the sound of cowbells
    outside my home

  8. home from Somiedo
    i can still hear the cow bells
    ringing

    walking in the rain
    Halloween sunday morning
    not another soul

    twilight in Salamanca —
    a cacaphony of birds
    all the way home

    between mossed trees
    white turn arrow on asphalt
    points to the moon

    • Have selected two of these for the latest Icebox inbox posting. Thanks for your continuing creative support. Happy New Year!

  9. I try to hold her
    But she slips away from me –
    A cup of tears breaks

    Magpie sang at dawn
    A Forever Fairytale
    My love died at dusk.

    Colorful Silk thread
    Thrown all across the vast sky
    Dusk – a weaving wheel

    • Have selected the last one, slightly edited, for the latest Icebox inbox posting. I think it works well like this, but feel free to ask for further changes. Thanks for your creative support. Where are you living in India?

      • Sure, Thank you so much Tito :) Such a great news at the starting of the year.
        I live in Bangalore, India. Wish you a very happy new year to you Tito & the Icebox family.

  10. sunflower bee
    painting of a working day
    captured silence

    glacier moan
    victim of the deepest
    man white fears

    sea birds choral
    when you come slowly
    to flood my spaces

    without strings
    breathing an air
    free of larks

    city gardens
    in a crowded afternoon
    daffodil lament

    lost look in the mirror
    patiently trying to
    recognize herself

    • It is up there on the top page now! I’ll always remember the plum milkshake I once had in Mohan Singh’s Market in New Delhi. Also, Humayun’s Tomb, where they were cutting the grass by lawn-mower pulled by a cow. So peaceful and symmetrical.

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