Celebrate, lets.

Haibun Monday 8-4-25: Silver

Celebrate, lets.
#fisherywharf, #haibun, #haiku, #dversepoetspoets.


Tin for ten. Oh yes not quite silver. Ten years of the Fishery Wharf café. The very place where I learnt to share my words, my poetry. Invited I have been to participate in a celebration poetry slam, my first. So, participate I shall, I shall.

Canal side party,
Within natures corridor,
Celebrate the day.


© 04/08/2025 rog leach.

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

This land within

Dverse – Haibun Monday — Making Way

This land within.

#tikiswritingguild, #dversepoetspub, #flaminghaibun, #lostlove.

There’s movement out there in the valley. The snow-covered valley, Asleep under snowy blanket. Coming awake, shivering, in this new inner land. In this land that is your land. Coming awake, in this new inner land. In this land that is my land. Your love never truly mine.

There’s movement out there in the valley. The sun-bleached valley desolate. Asleep under a myriad of stars we once shared, now my pals. This land within now just memories of the love we shared and lost. This is now my land alone, not longer your land. Mine to share with those in my future.

Movement in the valley,
Asleep under snowy blanket,
Coming awake, shivering,
Heart-broken and alone,
Your love never truly mine.

Sun bleached valley, desolate.
Myriad of stars now my pals,
Mine to share with the future.

Movement in this land,
Asleep under white blanket,
Stars for my future.
© 06/01/2025 rog leach

wow what an interesting form. thanks Lisa @ #dversepoetspub. I have gone with a double prompt here. one of the writers groups I am a part off challenged us to write a piece to include the lines “In this land that is your land. In this land that is my land.” which is a song lyric the song title and singer I cannot recall. but whoever’s it is thank you.

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

winter sunrise

picture taken Sunday morning on y early morning walk to my local bakery.

Winter sunrise.



Out I wonder to find today’s loaf of choice. The hat is on, my hands stuffed into my big coat’s pockets. My breath misting and showing itself, warm out cold in. The suns first rays bounce of the clouds above making me reach for the camera within my phone.



Slowing down my pace to lake in the stunning sky reflected on wet road. Among the sleeping homes the sun calls and the birds sing, as I quietly pass thinking am I the only one awake on such a wonderous Sunday morning.



Orange, red and gold,

Good morning to one and all,

Now breath and enjoy life.





© 29/01/2024 rog leach

over at the #dversepoetspub tonight we are talking about the act of breathing.
thanks to Frank for this great Hai bun prompt.



https://dversepoets.com/2024/01/29/haibun-monday-1-29-24-breath/