hazy morning beams,
refractions through lapping waves
brighten the blue depths
– Submitted to pure haiku for the month of February’s Ocean theme. It did not make the cut but I wanted to share it with you all anyway.
Tag: sunrise
Sunrise
Reflections on waves,
Glitter sprinkled ‘cross the sea –
Sunrise, like magic,
Gifts a new day of hope and
Untold possibilities
– Written for Silver’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge #2. Word prompts were “magic” & “glitter” or synonyms of those. Photo by Armando Maynez.
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Familia Del Sol
Respect the relationship we have with the sun
“What are you doing, mama?” Little Lollie asked.
“I am raising the sun sweetheart, just like I do every morning, silly girl.” Mother replied giving little Lollie a smile as she continued slowly lifting her arms skyward.
“Watch it dawn, and pay close attention. We mustn’t move too fast.”
Lollie watched with wide eyes in awe of the regal woman before her.
“This magic will be yours one day, and the sun will rise and set at your command. Remember not to worship the power of our ability but respect the relationship we have with the sun.”
“So pretty mama!” She giggled, her ringlets bouncing against her forehead.
“Yes it is sweetheart, and it has so much work to do during the day. We will come back and set it once it is finished.”
Task complete, mother took Lollie’s hand. “Do you feel its strength pulsing through you?”
“Yes!” Lollie shouted and stomped her feet in excitement. “I can’t wait til sunset so we can put the sun back to bed so it can rest.”
Mother grinned proudly at her vivacious little girl.
– Written for Jane Dougherty Writes, Microfiction Challenge #13: Woman in the sun. Painting prompt by Caspar David Friedrich. Prompt words were dawn, sunset, worship, magic, power, regal. WC 183.
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Sunrise In The City
Morning sun rises
Early birds and shadows jump
Concrete jungle wakes
– Written for Haiku Horizons Week 130. Prompt was “jump.” Image from Wikimedia.
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Transformation
At first, I waited in the darkness for death to come. Then a glint of light compelled me to struggle. Some unknown force pulled me out of my peaceful surrender. I longed to be free. I writhed and wriggled until my entrapment gave way. My coruscant wings unfurled in the morning sun.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #52. Word prompts were “force” & “coruscant.” WC 52. Photo from Wikipedia.
