Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul


Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille

Midnight Musings


On a moonlit night, I stood by the balcony of what seemed like the bitter end of the world. A baggage of misfortune and mistake rest beside me and there is a lump on my throat that I can’t breathe. Tears gathered in the rim of my eyes as my past replayed a deafening mock and there’s no one— there’s not a soul to hold these shaking hands. So I looked up to find the star-speckled sky, those thousands and millions of shimmering lights. I looked up and finally realize that the night was made to make the stars shine bright.

At the darkest ends
Stars guide my wandering soul
Off to a new start

© 2017 Maria. All Rights Reserved.


In response to dVerse’s Tuesday Poetics: New Beginnings and  and MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie’s Heeding Haiku: New Beginnnings.

Tending the bar for Poet’s Pub today is Mish with a treat for us all- eight visual inspiration from various artists! I chose the artwork by  Michaela Sagatova – “New Beginnings At The Ends Of The Earth” because I simply love the night and everything beyond the night sky. ❤

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Seeds of Hopes and Dreams



I spent my waking days sowing seeds of hopes and dreams on the face of the earth, wishing that they may land on a good soil. There were days when the seeds scattered on a cold, hard path where ravenous birds await. Those seeds didn’t even get the chance to grow their roots as they were mercilessly devoured. There were days when the seeds fell on shallow grounds surrounded by rocks. Most of them grew but never lasted. Some sprang out quickly but the rocks kept getting in the way while others were withered by the scorching sun and wilted craving for the rain. There were days when I found them amidst the weeds and thorns. The weeds tried to take away what little the seeds have—the sunlight, the water, the nutrients—while the thorns pierced them every time they try to grow. My tears smeared the earth on these days. In the cradle of the night, I held the last seeds close to my heart now wrapped with mudcracks, and prayed to the moon and stars for the courage to sow them again. “Patience, little girl,” the night sky whispered. So I tossed the seeds once again with a hopeful heart. I called upon the wind to blow them to a fertile soil where hopes and dreams may sprout— where tears and sweat come to fruition. Let’s see this parable come to life.

Lift your hands above
Feel your freedom like a dove
He’ll guide your plans, love

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photography by Jenna Walker

In response to dVerse’s MtB: Let’s Kick it Up a Notch
Tending the bar today is Victoria with her piece, Death, Imagined. The challenge is to search your archives and choose a poem, even if it’s one you thought was already done, and see if you can add a little spice to it through the use of sensory description, replacing metaphor, or tightening up your word count.

This was originally a haiku I wrote last March entitled, Plans. I added little something with the help of Chèvrefeuille’s Haibun Prompt (which reminded me of patience) and Raja’s Inspiration Call (which reminded me of Matthew 13 – The Parable of the Sower).

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A Classical Haiku

Furious dimmed skies roar
Rain’s hammering the cold earth—
Mama, please be home

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

Photo Credit: Ana Rosa via Pinterest

In response to Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.

This week I love to challenge you to create a classical haiku following the classical rules:

  1. 5-7-5 syllables
  2. you have to use a seasonword (or kigo)
  3. you have to use a cutting word (or kireji) (like (:), (,) or (-) just punctuation
  4. your haiku has to describe a moment as short as the sound of a pebble thrown into water
  5. try to catch a deeper meaning in it
  6. and last but not least, try to create a haiku in which it is possible to interchange the first and third line

The theme is “prayer”.  

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A Tan Renga

Winter rice fields–
railroad tracks running
a level above them 
Off to a faraway place
Let’s elope and runaway

© 2016 Maria. All Rights Reserved.

In response to Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille and Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s prompt.

This week I would like to introduce the short chained renga, Tan Renga. A Tan Renga looks similar with tanka (5-7-5-7-7), but is slightly different. A tanka is written by one poet, but a Tan Renga is written by two poets. A Tan Renga has two stanza respectively a three (3) lined stanza ‘hokku’ and a two (2) lined stanza ‘ageku’. The goal is to create the second stanza (approx. 7-7 syllables) through associating on the first stanza.

I have a nice haiku for you from one of the best classical haiku poets, Masaoka Shiki.

kishadoo no ichidan takaki fuyuta kana

Winter rice fields–
railroad tracks running
a level above them

(c) Shiki 


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