(g) QKJ / Can you hear me now? (1.28) wp

Can you hear me now?
(a renga)

Gone the purple fruit
(within the warm midnight hour)
I consumed them all

Alas you can not break fast
With those tasty morsels now

I’d apologize
(Perhaps I could, should, would try)
Remembering them…

©JP/dh

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2017/01/28/qkj-28/
Steal Well (rewrite: William Carlos Williams’ “This Is Just To Say”

I have eaten/ the plums/ that were in/ the icebox

and which/ you were probably/ saving/ for breakfast

Forgive me/ they were delicious/ so sweet/ and so cold

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(g) QKJ 27/ Just so I don’t have to cook, t’is all (1.27) wp

Just so I don’t have to cook, t’is all
(haibun)

Maybe when he returns,
though he’s been eating out –
He’ll be willing to take me out?

Though with winter returning
I’d have to bundle up –
We wouldn’t have to go far

We could return
To the local place, maybe not a
Favorite…no mess to clean

We can be found returning
To our two stools to the left
Of the bar – watch soundless TV

Then after we return
Payment for the bill, we can
Go home – and enjoy our reunion

cooking can be fun,
in my own space, but tonight
no chef’s role for me

©JP/dh

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2017/01/27/qkj-27/
Write about your favorite restaurant.

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(g) T/QKJ/MLMM/ Murder in the Morning? (1.24) b

Murder in the Morning?
(a mini haibun)

Was he awake
before dawn?
Did he miss the
spiraling of blackbirds –
(when I went to get the
morning paper – dreading
to read the headlines…)
Wings like folding chairs
setting up for or
being taken down after
a funeral in the winter sky…

yesterday was all
rain, the creek rose, the sky dull;
time marched like blind men

©JP/dh

http://crow.bz/main/murder.htm A horde, hover, muster,
parcel are also listed as collective nouns for Crows.
The most famous of them all is “a murder”.

https://thetwiglets.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/twiglet-8/ folding chairs
https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/qkj-24/ “spiral”
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/photo-challenge-149/
Please see link for photo prompt credited to – Mario Gervais

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(g) QKJ/MLMM / Perusing Summer Daze (1.21) wp

Perusing Summer Daze
(shadorma series; 50 words including title)

The rabbits
Respond to the warmth
Carefully
Creep out of
Safety; a perceived mansion
The old man’s farmhouse

Drinking deep
From the cistern they
Peruse dawn,
Undulate
Inquisitively at the
Unguarded garden

Vibrating
Out of opaque sky
Chimera?
Just a hawk
Hunting artisan wants a
Delicious breakfast

©JP/dh

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2017/01/21/qkj-21/
Write a summer day.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/01/21/saturday-mix-lorraine/
https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/chimera
http://www.medicinenet.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=8905
1)Let’s try a fifty/fifty split: write a piece of flash in 50 words using one word from each column; you can alter the form of the word – responded; deliciously
(* the words I used)
noun verb modifier (verb/noun)
*cistern *undulate *careful
*artisan * respond * inquisitive
sphinx, attach, ultramarine
*rabbit *peruse *opaque
courtesan, *vibrate *delicious
2)And in 25 words or less, an image for your perusal and penmanship:

(Photograph: © Lorraine)
3)shadorma (3/5/3/3/7/5). You can write one stanza (that’s what I do) or multiple stanzas. I’d like you to write to a theme word this week, chimera.

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(g) QKJ 20 / Wild Voices? (1.20) w

Wild Voices?

Chickadee:
“T’is a good thing Woman filled the feeder yesterday”

Cardinal :
“Man, my brood used to just be me and my wife, now
there are at least four pair of us nesting in the pines”

Woodpecker:
“Is one feeder enough? Is one feeder enough?”
“Really is one feeder enough?”

Mourning Dove:
“Calm down..you know we all need to take turns
dropping seed for the Squirrels since that baffle
only allows us access.

Woodpecker:
“Where are the squirrels? Where are the squirrels?”
“Really where are the squirrels?”

Chickadee:
“T’is the weather. T’is too cold they are all still nesting.”

Cardinal:
“Scatter quick – the Hawk! Scatter!!!”

Mourning Dove:
“He’s gone. You can come back now. At least the Robins
and Blackbirds prefer another yard.”

©JP/dh

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2017/01/20/qkj-20/
Write using multiple voices. Write a dialog or a mob scene—…

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(g) QKJ 19/ Aubade; His View? (1.19)

Aubade; His View?

Thee I leave
Curled in the duvet
Thy own mash hath I made
For parting sustenance keeping
Winter’s chill From thy body at bay
Off to, nay war, yet drudge of work…
Gaining coin to buy thee seed ~

Through the window
At dawn, thou wouldst
Not know that I too delight
Glancing out at the gardens
And the feeder so carefully hung
That thou religiously fills
For friends of feather ~

Just before I leave
To thou I bow my head
As if a feather brushing
Gently as to not wake thee, I place
Thy lips upon thy brow, a kiss
Looking forward to returning
To thine arms at dusk ~

©JP/dh

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2017/01/19/qkj-19/
Write sorta aubade-ish-ly.

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(g) QKJ 16/ life goes on (1.16) wp

life goes on
(tanka, pi ku, tau ku, pi ku reverse tanka)

plotting the journey;
excavating the mountains
of one’s memories

the trash bin gets filled, the piles
get smaller, like dunes; shifted

looking for
a
peaceful island

where dreams can come true and
the map
once new, can be lost like treasure

to be found
by
wisdom seekers

there are reasons to worry
and complain, but few listen

we’ve each had our turn
in turn; been and done, through ‘it’
plotting that journey

©JP/dh

https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2017/01/16/qkj-16-2/

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