Theory *

Evolution

one mans strange thoughts formulate;

church law resisted

*Note: What is Darwin’s Theory of Evolution? The theory of evolution by natural selection, first formulated in Darwin’s book “On the Origin of Species” in 1859, is the process by which organisms change over time as a result of changes in heritable physical or behavioral traits. Below Iโ€™m also adding a link where you can learn more about the artist, his art is amazing. As always a song, enjoy.

๐ŸŒŽ โœŒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’™ Take care, be safe.

Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/03/30/photo-challenge-360/

Link to interview: https://beautifulbizarreartprize.art/yuuki-morita-interview/

Halcyon Days *

early days of spring,

this fever begins,

settling itself within,

concentration withheld.

watching petals as

they drift past

partially open window.

drifting sweet scent,

borne by early

morning rain

permeates her room.

sunshine breaks,

daydreams

spinning around

thoughts of him.

for her time moves

endlessly slow

until they meet

beneath their tree.

~~~~~~

lightest pink colour~

bringing sweetest youthful blush~

cherry blossom blooms~

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*Note: Iโ€™m not sure this is a haibun, as this is a first attempt for me, however I do know it is a haiku at the end. enjoy the sound of cherry blossoms. ๐ŸŒŽโœŒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’ž Take care, be safe.

Written for: https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/29/haibun-monday-3-29-21-cherry-blossoms/

Sunโ€™s Awakening *

her pale silver crested lover

fades, as she wakes,

in his shadowed light,

she no longer lingers

within his cool embrace.

They have circled their

beloved child Earth

since its conception.

once more alone she

simply stretches along

the horizon, body slow to

rise, her eyes open,

casually glances across

distant mountains, bathing

them in warm beams

of light, pastel shades

of softest amber,

pale blue, her mirrored

reflection upon the clouds

as they drift before her.

Morning gloryโ€™s tightly closed

with her nightly departure,

now greet her return. slowly

unravel for her, revealing their

star-shaped blooms

indigo blue,

purple stars

centered,

ivory encircles,

her lovers moist

kiss lingers.

his marks,

reminders

of midnights passion.

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*Note: My song choice is by Coldplay titled Sunrise an instrumental, which I hope you enjoy. ๐ŸŒŽโœŒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’™ Take care, be safe.

Dream Weaver *

The legend of The Dream Catcher has been told by Native American Indians for generations.

The Catcher is created by the hands of the Dream Weaver who is guided by the spirits of darkness and light.

~~~

In the full light of the moon,

within the woods she began

gathering all that was needed.

Upon bended knees she

set about her task, quietly

reciting ancient ritual verses.

Gently bending a willow branch

to form a circle of strength.

Using silken spider thread,

she begins creating a magical

knotted web, there in nights

evil dreams are trapped.

Below the circle she hangs

multiple strands of threaded

feathers, they flutter upon

nights breeze gently guiding

the light of lifeโ€™s beauty

into your dreams.

~~~

Have no fears of evil dreams.

Her talisman will keep them

at bay until mornings light,

so you my sleep peacefully.

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*Note: For more history on the the Dream Catcher please follow this link https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dreamcatcher I hope you enjoy the song choice.

๐ŸŒŽโœŒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’™ Take care, be safe.

Written for:

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Dreamcatcher – March 4, 2021

Mountain Man (haiku string)*

his pilgrimage

unquestionably begins

~

between mountain range~

lays a valley richly green~

wildlife roaming free

~

upon horizon~

atmospheric changes seen~

grey clouds assemble

~

adventure awaits~

surrounded by nature’s wild~

tranquil silent peace

~

snow capped mountain peaks~

hide steep inclines rocky crags~

dangers of falling

~

challenging nature~

belies perilous journey~

mans need to conquer

~

never ends

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*Note: I started this for

The Sue Vincent Rodeo Classic

however I missed the entry date, so it goes. It was indeed hard to write exactly 99 syllables. I find it difficult limiting myself to a specific number of words that can be used. I did succeed with this one but I donโ€™t know if Iโ€™ll attempt another any time soon. I have respect for those that can. The traditional mountain music is unique onto itself, steeped in long history. ๐ŸŒŽโœŒ๐Ÿป๐Ÿ’™ Take care, be safe.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/02/25/mtb-middles-turns/