Behold, a new way of travelling!
A teleportation device is unravelling!
All you need is a clicker,
To travel much quicker!
I know it all sounds rather baffling.
Oh, what would I give
For the news that we can see
Those we love, safely.
In response to the thirteenth “tomorrow’s news” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net, inspired by a prompt from Sundress Publications.
A limerick for fun, but a haiku to remove the mask, if you will.
Whip your hair around.
Don’t trip- as you lose focus,
Racing for the door.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #319 found here
I woke up on my 20th birthday with a sore head. I remember the clinking of glasses, the vibrations of the speakers, and the roll of the dice across the breakfast bar, from the night before. I smiled at the thought of celebrating late into the night with my friends.
It was time to smarten myself up ready to catch the train back home. I smeared foundation over the bags under my eyes.
Upon returning home, I saw a giant balloon with a hand-written 20 on it. I enjoyed a buffet with my mother and grandparents. I smiled at the thought of celebrating all day long with my family.
My mood is lifted,
I smile at the thought.
In response to dVerse’s Birthday Haibun Challenge found here
A single moment.
One we will never relive.
When I fell for you.
When I fell for you,
Everything was simple.
Remind me to love.
Remind me to love.
Help me recall memories,
My eyes still drawn to your light.
Remind me to trust.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge found here
Rejigged into the Shi Rensa Haiku format coined by Ronovan himself!
Frantic fingers dance,
On the self-destruct button.
Only when we’re caught.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #316 found here
Why can’t I find you-
When my fingers can trace roads,
Around the planet.
Image credit: pixabay.com
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #314 found here
Painting lines on lines,
Masking feelings with colours,
Burying lost strokes.
With a cold, stormy pallet.
Moody skies console,
Beautiful blue smudged with grey.
In response to dVerse’s Haiku Sequence prompt found here
Martini’s peach slice,
Dwindles on the rim, before
Falling in. Ripples.
Not a swig, untouched, before
Your hands appraised my blushed skin.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #313 found here
Couldn’t resist lengthening the Haiku.
Born from negative intent.
Should have thought harder.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #312 found here
You’re two-faced, like coins.
No change? I want a refund.
Not worth your price tag.
In response to Ronovan Writes’ Haiku Challenge #311 found here