haiku

indigo bunting
a chic bird in my backyard
two crows frown at him

for Word of the Day Challenge

haiku

instincts not habits
motivate most animals
habits control one

for Word of the Day Challenge

haiku

wild mustangs gallop
untamed being herded by
BLM copters

for Ragtag Daily Prompt

haiku

environment gone
no wistfulness shown by birds
just by bird watchers

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

poem

our relationship, it’s in bad repair
but not beyond repair
to a coffee shop let’s repair
and work on its repair
we, the pair apart, must ourselves re-pair

for In Other Words…

haiku

california grass
more native or invasive
mostly invasive

for Word of the Day Challenge

haiku

do gods give advice
wouldn’t do that; better not
carrot not the stick

for Word of the Day Challenge

haiku

us versus the world
everything alive at stake
only one winner

for Word of the Day Challenge

wonder

I wonder what I’ll write today?

When you (yes, you) write a wonderful post, I wonder at it. I read it in wonder. In wonderment.

It’s a wonderment, a wonderwork. Full of wonderfullness. Wonderfullnesses.

It’s wondrous. Wonder of the world. Wonderopolis. Wonderville.

Some wonderkinds can do it when young. During the wonder years.

But me? I so want to write wonderfully, but I despair. If a post of mine turns out well, well, it’s a wonder. I go well, well. Will wonders never cease? Like I’m in some wonderland.

Are most writers wonderers?

Most of my wondering comes as I wander. I have wanderlust but not wonderlust. As I ramble, I wonder at wonderbras and Wonder bread and Wonderheart the Care Bear. 🤔 And Wonder Woman.

Other days I don’t wonder about anything. The word wonder just looks strange on the page.

 

For The Daily Post.