pyramids?

Haibun Monday 11-18-24: Sci-fi Haibun

Who built the pyramids?

We are a disease!
Our planet has spurned us,
Nature takes back Earth.

	Most of us are dead! Wiped out by floods of biblical proportion. Our cities now laying at the bottom of the oceans we almost emptied of fish. A passing space cruiser seeing struggling. Stopped and picked up the ten thousand survivors. The AI running the ship the last remains of another world. Theirs was swallowed when the star it orbited went super nova. 
	Backwards into time they have been slung, by that explosion. So along we go for the ride cleaning and caring for these mighty beings. Paying for our passage back in time. We have instructions to leave for our ancient ancestors.

Pyramids we build,
Hieroglyphs we write inside,
Earths care instructions.

© 18/11/2024 rog leach.

Thanks Frank @ #dversepoetspub for the great scifku prompt.

What?

What’s watt?

Power, you say, Watt?
The spark of ideas,
Electrifying our very lives,
Power transfer from darkness,
Now we have light,
At what cost though?

Power, you say, what?
The spark of greed,
Electrifying others bank accounts,
Now we have darkness,
Just getting watt spark?

© 11/11/2024 rog leach

what on earth is going on here @ #dversepoetspub. what a fun prompt

Quadrille #212: What the What?

berkhampstead poetry

I am active member of three local poetry groups. the first one I joined back in may 0f 2018 is called The word at the wharf, run by the lovely Kate. where i first shared one of poems in public. Based on the banks of the local grand union canal.

The second group i am a member of is called the Tiki’s writers guild. more a group of friends who met at the Tiki’s coffee bar back in 2019. the coffee shop has long since become a Costa coffee but the group lives on.

The third group is a new group just coming up to its second xmas. meeting when we can an even having its own web site as given below.

https://www.berkhamsted-poetry-society.com/

hope you all are enjoying the poems finding their way to you all

Rog

#quadrille promise.

Time for a 44-word poem!

I promise.


I solemnly swear,
To keep scribbling,
My words.

A promise once made,
To myself never to give up,
To give up on living.

A promise I bottled
And hurled into the sea,
Hoping it would find.

Me when I most need,
A self-made promise.

© 28/10/2024 rog leach

thanks Lillian @ #dversepoetrypub for a fun quadrille prompt this evening.

Sunday stroll

Haibun Monday 10-21-24: Fall foliage or Spring blossoms

hello all you have tempted me into writing my first haibun in a while.

#dversepoetspub.

Sunday morn stroll

My Sunday mornings normally include a stroll to get bread or milk or both. Mundane, day to day, grey in the scheme of things. But every now and again nature throws in some colour. Just to brighten my Sunday wander. These come in the form of mighty sunrises. Spring time is a riot of colour with area put aside wild flowers in the local park. but this weekend the trees were showing their autumnal colours.

Misty morning riot,
Full autumn colour on show,
Trees, leaves, quiet time.


© 21/10/2024 rog leach