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“your turn tuesday” gallery #2
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lonely empty bench
anticipating bright days
we will meet again
mary ellyn kunz
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waiting on godot
where is estragon?
he should've been here by now
how lonely this feels...
norm chabot
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the muddled footprints
lead both to and away from
the now lonely bench
bob ingram
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a bench in the snow
inviting me to rest, oh
guess i'll sit awhile and go
thomas might
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silently we wait
frigid loneliness
frozen in place awaiting
warmth from another
jennifer litwinowicz
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waiting for a friend
in the middle of the night
still hoping he comes
marie pejrimovska
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protector
leafless old tree stands
guard over an empty bench
both waiting for spring
dan ravasio
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remembrance
they met on a bench
in the park, mom and pop -
the bench, it's still there...
yulan san
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remember me
when i am gone
look for the bench with our name
and linger a while
yulan san
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an end to isolation
the bench looks lonely
yet there are footprints nearby
soon, someone will sit
marilyn
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sit with me
snow's beauty and hush
reverence of branch and bench
come - sit and be still
ruth macintosh
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maybe you shouldn't
wet bottom - wet feet
if you sit upon me here
better keep moving
ruth macintosh
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lighted bench
quiet night alone
peaceful memories abound
childhood memories!
mary k fogleboch
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fast forward
to the empty bench
family feet come - then go
how they loved the park
dan ravasio
no room at the inn
holy family
huddled with cast off items
pumpkin keeping watch 🦊❤️
photo by jeff ravasio
icarus’s triumph
looking at the sun
a sun that he alone sees
its glow - a magnet 🦊❤️
In honor of Jim Blandford’s accomplishment of running/hiking 1,000,000 feet of vertical gain this calendar year so far. That’s @ 34 Mt. Everests.
Photo by Ryan Espulgar
heron a’la hockney
like a jump jet - up
spreading those big lanky wings
just two flaps - it’s gone 🦊❤️
see another post about this heron here: https://may-king-sense.blogspot.com/2020/12/heron-in-flight.html?m=1
dan and yulan thursday
“vanity”
the moon admiring
its reflection in the stream
fish pause - they look too 🦊❤️
(dan’s haiku)
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“just imagine”
no hell - no heaven
just darkness and daylight
trading places
(yulan’s haiku)
visit yulan’s blog at:
"your turn tuesday" gallery #1
Well today is "your turn tuesday” gallery of all of the wonderful haikus that were submitted by folks. I am overwhelmed with how many of you took the time to write a haiku to the image above. Here are the 30 haikus that were submitted. Most were written by first time writers of haiku. The haikus are listed in the order in which they were received. Thank you all so much for making this experiment a success!! So next Tuesday I will post another “your turn tuesday “ picture for folks to write a haiku to. Enjoy! 🦊❤️
now playing
sunrise or sunset, does it matter?
mother nature again providing the warmth that's needed
outdoor cinema, standing room only
joseph conroy
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the ground is ablaze
no animals seem to graze
still i'm amazed
norm chabot
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double sock day
gray may stay the day
might light look to ease favor
all play sight b hold
gery sasko
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your presence
are you here with me?
the vast sky has been your home
i felt your soft touch
darlene cliver
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tall wirey giants
in the meadow that we know
the one tommy owns
kevin ravasio
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fro-zen in-jec-tion
lone-li-ness be-gins to thaw
fore-cast for sun-shine
dani reed
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lullaby for the trees
trees are listening
soft music played by the wind
as the sun goes down
marie pejrimovska
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over the wintry
over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow
oscar alverez jr.
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sleeping sun
dark trees out so far
falling sun going to rest
clouds dapple the sky
arabella litwinowicz
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swatches of nature
banded from dark to sweet light
then there are the trees
bob ingram
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the last golden light
the season of darkness wins
the beauty cuts me
mary ellyn kunz
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sunrises
the sun is just beginning
make the most of your day
i hope the day is cherished by all
eileen brennan
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winter
branches are now bare
on a crisp cold winter's day
shiver in the wind
elizabeth plunkett schalock
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creation
even god sits back
and gazes on with delight
"it really is good!"
dan ravasio
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sky of fire waiting
anticipation of the day
dark night a coming
mary k. fogleboch
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dark clouds in the woods
the sky is white
cold quiet woods
aria litwinowicz
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i feel the darkness
heavy as the daylight drowns
smothered by the stars
jennifer litwinowicz
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fearless
if you dare to see
a dark wooded mystery
magic will unfold
jen gregoris
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woodland therapy
night turns into day
forest awakened by light
my spirit, renewed!
jen gregoris
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blank canvas each day
god reaches for the pallet
brushstrokes are beautiful
mary sharkey
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blank canvas each day
god reaches for the pallet
paints a new landscape
mary sharkey
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the sky shades of gray
peaceful to some but not to all
a time to reflect
ed tabish
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8th day
and on the 8th day
god looked all around and said
A W E S O M E
yulan san
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enough
when i am old and frail
just to see the morning sky
will be enough
yulan san
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taking on tuesday
like the orange glow on our rivers
on wednesday he delivers
tom might
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the daytime winds down
my headlamp starts to flicker
days still left to run
chuck mclaughlin
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a gift
how lucky i am
to see dawn burning brightly
a new day ahead
ruth macintosh
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recovery
layers of darkness
brightness on the horizon
dawn brings renewal
marilyn
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lovingly declined
i dislike haiku
i find it restricting
it is not for me
jeff ravasio
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however i have
just given you two of them
despite my dislike
jeff ravasio
thank you all!!!!
dan 🦊❤️
your turn tuesday
5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables
Or
Any three line haiku regardless of syllable count
Send your title and haiku relating the the picture above to me at: danrav200@gmail.com. You can also use the “comment” box in the upper righthand corner of the web version of this blog.
Next Tuesday I will post all the submissions as my daily post along with this photograph. Hope you will submit one.
Dan 🦊❤️
what’s really out there?
just imagining
looking deeply into space
and seeing lanterns 🦊❤️
shooting fish in a barrel
urgent - the globe warms
don’t have kids and shoot the deer
oh... such sitting ducks 🦊❤️
when it rains it pours
streets and three dog bowls
filled with the night’s heavy rain
sunny day ahead 🦊❤️
metrics
my tape measure mind
a tailor sizing me up
never enough thread 🦊❤️
I’m alway measuring this, that and especially myself. It’s not over achievement - it’s over doing. Quick analysis - my calculation that there’s not enough me. Always measuring....
night ops
under night’s cover
a squadron of honking geese
on auto pilot 🦊❤️
During a dark, rainy, raw dawn hike I could hear the approaching cacophony of honking. It got louder and louder but I could not see even one of the geese, even as they flew directly over me. All I could do was stare up into the rain and blink as the raindrops hit my eyeballs.
windy day worries
lickety - split like
a tree cracks and falls to earth
my pulse takes its place 🦊❤️
There is nothing that skyrockets the pulse upward than hearing the crack (sometimes explosion) of a huge tree in the act of falling while in the woods. It’s also a situation in which my inner guidance system takes over and I either stand still, run this way or that way. So far the inner navigator has worked well. Not so well at dodging bird poop however.
beeps from behind us
there’s this road we’re on
filled with red lights and green ones
BEEP - BEEP from behind 🦊❤️
I am terribly bothered by people who BEEP from behind the moment a red light turns green. As a matter of fact there are people everywhere in life who BEEP from behind - not just at red lights Seems like “God grant me the serenity to accept...” is the only way around this situation.
a little bird told me
in these covid days
even the birds are staying
out of tight spaces 🦊❤️
Of course the birds in this picture know nothing about the pandemic. Yet nature has a mysterious way of presenting itself that can tickle our minds into thinking about our struggles and problems. There is much to be thought about in this picture as we are just one day away from Thanksgiving and many families will be separated as they give thanks. Happy Thanksgiving Eve everyone. 🦃
rainy days and worms
me in my rain gear
the worm in its nakedness
both dodging puddles 🦊❤️
“Why do worms come out of the ground when it rains?”, I asked myself as I was slogging through heavy morning rain in the dark. I Googled it and there are a number of theories, but still there is some mystery there. Then I Googled, “Why do I come out in rain to hike?” The response was, “That’s a good question. Why do you?”
dan & yulan thanksgiving thursday
“tribute to a frog”
profoundly alone
wounded eye and dragging leg
fearlessly onward 🦊❤️
(dan’s haiku)
••••
“on and on”
stopping between breaths
the old frog
galumphs along
(yulan’s haiku)
Visit Yulan’s Blog
A number of years ago I found inspiration in the tough, grittiness of urban areas, especially the not so wonderful areas. In the decay and “falling downness” I saw struggle and resilience. Urban photography was my passion. Now I marvel at the resilience and “tough as nailness” of nature in all its forms. Most humans are so fragile and pampered. What I see in the woods absolutely humbles me. It makes me thankful on this Thanksgiving Day 2020.
owl at dawn
at dawn an owl hoots
isn’t that a rooster’s job?
i guess i was wrong 🦊❤️
On my morning hikes I often hear an owl begin to hoot just before the sunrise. It’s like he’s telling night to go to sleep and the day to wake up. Just like a rooster. The sound moves from haunting to hooray as the sun peeks over the hills. It’s such a wonderful time of day
almost everything changes
an arm’s length away
texting me her morning thoughts
birds chatting outside 🦊❤️
dan & yulan thursday
“depth and breadth”
with layers so deep
page behind page behind page
a book to be read 🦊❤️
(by dan)
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“the mist”
the first poem
rising
with the mist
(by yulan)
(photo by dan)
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