Correction, a day later - this form is not a haiku derivative. It comes to us from Spain.
shadorma
it’s not a shadow
nor gray shade
nor color
standing out in black and white
waiting to be read
~:~
lonely day
i sit by myself
just writing
scribing thoughts
my lovely wife lies in bed
sick and all alone
~:~
falling rain
in early autumn
thick gray clouds
the whole day
night falls and darkness deepens
winter is coming
~:~
slow hopping
under the bushes
mottled tones
blending in
hiding from the hawk’s sharp eyes
a brown speckled toad
~~::~~
Oh I hope the toad will make it...
ReplyDeleteLovely work!!💕
ReplyDeleteI love that last one!
ReplyDeleteOh, I like them all, really love the last one, and that second one gave me a sharp pain in my belly. Well done.
ReplyDeleteperfect little collection of shadorma
ReplyDeleteWonderful shadorma! I fell in love with that last one.
ReplyDeleteEach one is a small masterpiece; love the last best of all.
ReplyDeleteblending in hiding from
ReplyDeletethe hawk’s sharp eyes
Survival means to be a few steps ahead or one is done for!
Hank
Oh these are great... The first one is my favorite.
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