testimony of march

as the days turn longer, all the silent moments are now punctuated with a realization that the darkness is receding. things are all the more apparent in the lasting light. on a brief walk through the nearly empty streets of an upscale neighborhood, i ponder over the sight of the golden trumpet vine on an expansive property that has taken over the metal handrails and old red bricks, seemingly growing even further with every passing second, as if it is going to consume the entire form and structure of this house. i wonder what its occupants would think of it. this March, i am not going to look for answers.

March comes like madness —
the bright golden flowers glare
at the passerby

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 March’s mad weather —
a frail little bud drops down
by a sudden breeze

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© Anmol Arora

For Haibun Monday: March Madness at dVerse

frozen

snow like petals
line the path to twilight-
a crystal like sky

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polished-
the mirror reflects again
the moon at night’s door

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Written in consideration of Carpe Diem Encore # 15

This is to be counted as Poem # 6 for my 30 Days, 30 Poems Challenge. I am really tired and sleep deprived; I am thus not able to write a verse poem. Though these two haiku took a lot of my energy as well.

Wet Day

sky riddled with clouds-
they rival fog’s foam blanket
on this wet day
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ah, a travesty-
the pale blue sky reflected
in a pool of mud

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A gentle effort to write something, after reading this awe-inspiring haiku by Sogi:
ah, for coolness,
it rivals the water’s depth –
this autumn sky

Linking it up with Carpe Diem Special # 125.
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Last Year

last year gone —
a new night shadows
the usual talk
~
barking dogs
trail my shadow
like last year
~
last year memories —
ablaze in the orange flame
of the street light

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Linking it up with Carpe Diem # 639 and Heeding Haiku With HA: New Year(click to participate now)

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It is 2015. I wish you and your loved ones a joyous and prosperous new year.
There are certain blogging resolutions, I would like to make, for this year:

1. Write at least a 100 posts this year.
2. Poetry must be the focal point but I would also like to consider writing reviews(books and music albums) and simple thoughts coursing through my mind.
3. Renew friendship with the bloggers. In 2014, I lost touch with many bloggers. I would like to renew contact with them, while at the same time, making some new friends in the blogosphere.
4. Participate exclusively in the prompts of poetry and blogging communities.
5. Reach a wider audience through my writing, with the help of other social networking sites like Twitter.

Soaking

unheeded
soaking the grass greener-
December dew

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Linking it up with Carpe Diem Special # 122

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The thoughts also become foggy just like these days sometimes. I remember such incidents which are of no significance anymore. They are smeared with the ink of the past, which one can’t change.
The dew of hope soaks the memories and dreams, making them appear brighter than they ever were or would be. This grass still grows within me, as December is passing by, and another year would soon be erased from our lifetimes.

Anm

Green

a bud reaches out

conjured by the smoke whirls-

day light blows off

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green tunnel of trees-

a boy from a passing bus

plucks a specked leaf

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An inactive spell has infiltrated my mind and my senses nowadays. And here I wrote what I saw in a memory or a dream, when it arrived at my door of current thought.

For Carpe Diem # 507 and the upcoming prompt of Heeding Haiku With HA on Wedbesday, where I talk about improvising our haiku by taking care of certain details while writing. Do not forget to visit Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie for a variety of writing prompts throughout the week,

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Anm