the madness of march #haibun

Haibun Monday 3-3-25: March Madness

March Madness #haibun.

Winters cold greyness,
Settled in to stay for ever,
Bleakness never ending.

Emerging from winters cold dark grip, life tries to awaken.  My heart yearns for the warmth and young greens of spring. Dashes of yellow shout about what is to come. Daffodils and hazel catkins out.
 	Out for the first open mic of the year and the madness kicks in. Drunk youngsters drowning out calm in their march madness. Fists flying before chairs at the open mic performers. Is it the weather or something manmade? Blue lights ending the night heart stolen by the march madness. 
	
Sunshine 🌞 on Monday,
Skeletal tree shadows reach,
Waiting to bud burst.

© 03/03/2025 rog leach

Soggy 🚴cyclist.

Tuesday Poetics: The Four Elements

Soggy.
#elements, #water, #earth, #fire, #wind.

Double rainbow showing,
Another fake spring?
Indigo dawn teases my aching bones,
Soggy, foggy and down.

Double rainbow showing,
Another storm passing,
Glorious sunset 🌇 teases,
Dry day tomorrow?

Double rainbow showing,
Many more soakings?
Soggy 🚴 cyclist tired,
Enough is enough.

Double rainbow showing,
Summer sunshine wanted,
Ditch the winter soakings.
Ditch the rain filled roads.

Double rainbows showing,
Indigo dawn teasingly,
Whispers nearly there,
Warm and dry ride into work welcomed,
By tired bones and heart.

© 25/02/2025 rog leach

Hello #dversepoetspub readers we have been invited to write a poem about which ever element impacts us. As I commute by cycle water gets me down down with each morning I arrive at work wet and need to change into dry clothes on arrival.

Indigo Inkling #quadrille

It’s Quadrille Monday!

Indigo inkling.
#quadrille, #inkling,

I have an inkling that I might,
Might dream in indigo, 
Dark fractured nightmares.

I have an inkling that I might,
Be the fractured indigo dark,
That hides the monsters.

Am I the inkling,
That indigo dreams rule.
The way I share my poetry.

© 24/02/2025 rog leach

hello LillIan and all @#dversepoetspub. my head went all dark with Indigo.

re imagine

Poetics: Reimagining the Familiar

Butterfly unhinged.
#everyday, #reimagined

Unhinged I dream,
Dream of butterflies of steel,
Steel hinges, all a flutter,
Taking flight, I awake.

The beauty of hinges,
Shine @ opening the doors,
Where would we be without,
Unhinged and stuck indoors.

© 04/02/2025 rog leach

dora has invited us to reimagine something everyday @ #dversepoetspub this evening.

In limbo

Haibun Monday 2-3-25: Celebrating Groundhog Day

In limbo.

#winter, #groundhogday,  #dverse, #haibun.

In mid winters limbo I wait. Traveling the same route under grey skies. By the one- mile mark as I pass the fuel stop. I start to pine for a seaside trip. By the two-mile mark as I pass the rail station. Winters cold bites my fingers tips. A few weeks until the warmth of spring adds weight to my pining. another day the same groundhog day.

Salty seashore bliss,
Awaits until spring is sprung,
Until then limbo.

© 03/02/2025 rog leach

it’s haibun Monday @ #dversepoetrypub, all i know of groundhog day comes from the Bill Murry film . i am surprised to find out it is not a fictional day.