What a fantastic start of the week: for the second time The Mainichi, Japanese newspaper in English, has published a haiku by me! 
https://mainichi.jp/english/articles/20250227/p2g/00m/0su/055000c
#haiku
#senryu
#poetry
#poetrycommunity
#poem
#writing
#writingcommunity
Riddle-Poem 3/28/2025
I am the Watcher of the Bear
Who once was called by name “Most Fair”
And whom I nearly shot to death.
Though present for my first breath
She left me fifteen years neglected.
In darkness, I can be detected
By following along the track
Created by her arching back.
Splatter Poetry: Hit Fowl
https://stgreenie.blogspot.com/2024/10/hit-fowl.html?spref=tw
The nimble atmosphere
https://subspacewagon.systems/the-nimble-atmosphere/
I hear God
She presents Herself as a Black woman
Whispering into my soul
And She does not regret
The time She spends with me
Hope instilled in control
small poem for today and for #smallpoemsunday
#poetry #poem #todayspoem
Sadness Is The Last Pear
Because I break into blossom each time
I step out of my body without my mind,
I breathe the happiness of lonely wind,
embarrassed when my brain begins to chime
with passion of ambiguous respect
for how our
https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/03/sadness-is-last-pear.html
English
Thoughts floating
Like by a violin
The notes
Carried by the wind.
-Debora Radice
Italian
Pensieri che fluttuano
Come d'un violino
Le note
Portate dal vento.
-Debora Radice
When a deal
seems too good to be true
it probably is not
Stick your nose in the package
and perform a sniff test
First glance skepticism
in this rip off existence
Honesty such a rare commodity
Practice safe buy
Be the best consumers we can be
CAVEAT EMPTOR baby
Connection
Though her body sleeps,
it is her voice, that whispers
in the longing breeze;
I listen, and whisper back,
“I'm here, my love – you've found me.”
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
Little side altar
in an old softly lit church —
Off ramp from highway
Is tu riamh an ceann do dhleastanais,
mu chòcaireachd, caoraich, leabhraichean;
a bheil fios an d’fhuair thu do dhìol
airson do dheataim is spàirn is sgìths?
—Meg Bateman, “Màthair”
from Soirbheas/Fair Wind, Polygon Books 2007
The bees awaken
A blooming banquet awaits
Nature’s perfection
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #poem #shortpoem #writing
Prompt -Bee
Photo from my archives
I love the philosophy and artistic style of Oxherd Boy, Regina Linke. The latest drawing features a Bertolt Brecht poem.
"Motto"
by Bertolt Brecht
In the dark times
Will there be singing?
Yes, there will be singing.
About the dark times.
The mill
A #poem for a special day
in three parts
—
i.
Far away from here
is a faded wooden place
where I left my youth
in its waters’ rapid pace.
Stuck to the wood
of this abandoned water mill,
a yellowed paper calendar
clung with sticky will
to a time when it was new,
to the wall of weathered pine,
with a circle ’round the date
that was especially mine.
Inner Storm
Heart's flames devour mind's
ice, revealing passion, as
lightning, in the soul.
© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025
imagine a set of only writes
one targeted from it
nearly encountered in such minutes
21 of the gun tools
and YouTube: it’s ghost guns
fully complete
assemble that regulation
never before unfinished
from parts
subject to Gorsuch
[Poetry exercise using erasure and source texts: Take a paragraph from a news article and paste it into a document. Divide the document up into columns to jumble up the order of the words. Do this multiple times. Read the phrases that have been forced together and remove words that don't flow well. This may be your poem.] My source material for this one was here: https://is.gd/u9MGdP. #poem
She looks left, and she looks right, but there isn't a sunbeam in sight. From a record-breaking 79° two days ago to 31°, fog and snow! Shylo would like some warm sun for her Caturday Saturday fun.
