We thought us #bountiful sipping and supping without care. Bellies were kept full and thirst a word we'd never needed. But now the cupbaords are bare and the cup empty, and we remain just appetite, with no mind on how to till, feasting on each other until bitter bones remain in green fields. #vss365

Lethargy was no problem for the gifted writers of #vss365. The range of responses you give is most impressive. Therefore, I expect nothing but your usual brilliance with the March 5 #prompt #bountiful.

Outside the catkin Orchid rests in windowsills Which grass is greener #dailyhaikuprompt catkin orchid

The moment has passed, a pearl in its setting on a silver chain or another link of iron, heavy and pitted. And we are so caught, bedazzled or burdened by the wealth and weight of what was while the grit of now and the blacksmith's bellows cry unfelt and unheard.

Off-kilter moods, tilting teeter-totter Diametrically opposed ups and downs Out of whack, not syncing, broken router Different hymn sheets, no solid common grounds The same page we're on; it's not the same book Thanks to this journey and the roads we took #sensewrds 192

Prompt 192 Lilting Shadows Divided Do Not use the prompt words in your piece. Please use #SenseWrds , and include the prompt number. No combo prompts. Message me if you have more questions.

Gate without a fence A riddle's invitation The hinges still squeak

#lethargy seeps along veins, pools in bones, gathers under skin. Hands cannot bear its weight; knees bear its brunt. Shoulders bend 'til heads hang lower than dirt. The world is gravel beneath palms, the future mere dust billowing, uncatchable. The now is the standing stones we try to drag. #vss365

There was a cataract of excellent writing for Tuesday. Hopefully the creativity wasn't too taxing, as there is more to do. Wake yourselves up and overcome any tiiredness for the March 4 #prompt, #lethargy. #vss365

A silent new moon Willow leaves weep into cups Soothing storms brewing #dailyhaikuprompt new moon willow leaves

Our haiku prompts for 28 Feb - 7 Mar Day by day. Relentless, isn't it? Feel free to use the prompt or any variation of it you like. North South 02/28 Tranquil Lantern 03/01 Fresh Blue Sky 03/02 Wild Rose Flying Geese 03/03 Evening Morning 03/04 New Moon Willow Leaves 03/05 Catkin Orchid 03/06 […]

SQL querying Rows returned and more brewing Sifting through the crud

Not staying in lane Weave in and out of discord Post and keep scrolling #cityverse

The candles gutter Smoke curling like cats' tails Flickering dark moods

The coffee cups come to rest, half drunk, on the table between us. We've had our fill of sharing bitter sips. You ask how we never saw it coming, never heard the cries of the rapids before the roar of the #cataract. Easy. We thought we could navigate all waters and our boat would never sink. #vss365

None of you were timid with your splendor, as I knew would be the case. Enjoying your #vss365 posts is such a privilege. Now, to cloud things up a bit, I offer a #prompt with several meanings. Whether you choose to go liquid or visual, the word for March 3 is #cataract.

Sides of the same coin Evening, morning, tossed again Minted day left spent #dailyhaikuprompt evening morning

It gathers here, lapping shores, this ocean Gifting the remains of the whole it broke Shushing the sorrows, a soothing motion A mimicry of care in each cold stroke It pays no mind, no hint of devotion Just waves, ungarnished with reason, to choke A shore, salting earth and all emotion #sensewrds 191

Prompt 191 Pooling Regards Simplicity Do Not use the prompt words in your piece. Please use #SenseWrds , and include the prompt number. No combo prompts. Message me if you have more questions.

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The sweet #splendor of madness And delirium's caress Mania's honeyed sips slipping Across tongues raw from licking The normal's meagre measures Of common bitter censures This confection enchants us This sweet splendor of madness Just desserts in this raw world A tasteless sanity served #vss365

The artistry and imagination of #vss365 participants are second to none. Such wonderful creations you provided for us all. For March 2, give your offerings to the #prompt #splendor.

The early wide rose Flying geese pull taut spring skies Skeins for summer skirts #dailyhaikuprompt wild rose flying geese

Our haiku prompts for 21-28 February I'm inspired by your contributions every day. The prompts are only suggestions. Do with them as you will. North South 02/21 Late Grasshopper 02/22 Seed Clear Air 02/23 Robin Mist 02/24 Blackbird Buzz 02/25 Yellow Humid 02/26 Frog Fall Colors 02/27 Buds […]

The springtime robin Mist cloaked and dew bejewelled The north wind has passed #dailyhaikuprompt Robin mist

Must be getting late Grasshopper plays the fiddle Lullaby settles #dailyhaikuprompt Late grasshopper

A neighbour comes by Salted cheeks share in bad news Empty cat basket

The fresh snowdrop tolls The hours last like white petals Silence falls quickly

The birds note morning Glory unfurls with feathers Branches keeping time #dailyhaikuprompt Note morning glory

Our haiku prompts for 14-21 Feb Thanks for your contributions. Feel free to abuse these prompts any way you like. North South 02/14 Pilgrimage Grapes 02/15 Note Morning Glory 02/16 High Peaches 02/17 Egg Quail 02/18 Friend Joy 02/19 Fresh Water Clover 02/20 Day Sail 02/21 Late Grasshopper […]

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 12 is #dark "Dewdrop, let me cleanse in your brief sweet waters... These dark hands of life" 'Dewdrop, let me cleanse', Matsuo Basho #12

Gifts of evergreen Ripen the winter berries Roosts under cover #dailyhaikuprompt Evergreen ripen

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 11 is #touch "There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. and the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling!" Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi #11

A sky full of cloud Vine unfurls on steady streams Reaping what is sown #dailyhaikuprompt Cloud vine

This wittering on Wind carries such things away So we can now leave

The whispers spilling Between tender breeze and leaf Sweet nothings stirring

Crisscrossing bare arms A new cathedral rises Kneel down between roots

Fresh green leaves listen To the sky’s gentle whispers Stories in the fall

Trees in their wisdom Reaching for the hand of night With roots growing deep

A craving with no fulfilment or a longing that has forgotten its want, this #ache swells like an ocean with no shore to break upon. And the flotsam of all that was caught up in journeying for something beyond us is all that keeps me company as I slowly drown between the blues. #vss365

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 10 is #ache "I wish to run my trembling fingers long Through the black tangles of your heavy hair, To plunge my aching head amorous of Your skirts as into secret, perfumed bowers, To breathe your scent as from pale withered flowers" 'Le Léthé', Charles Baudelaire #10

Lonely violet Lamplight casting a shadow There were once bouquets #dailyhaikuprompt Violet lamplight

Memory a bloom stripped of scent An empty sky mourning birdsong Still leaves wondering where the wind went Letters carved into this old tree Fingers trace without knowing why Was there once more to this story Some perfume, song, or last goodbye Memory a vase of cut stalks #sensewrds 182

Strange disenchantment Lights wound about the old oak No bark rubbings seen #cityverse

Outgrowing such things Crab shedding its hardened now The past grains of sand

Winter limbs stripped bare From crows’ nests see where winds blow Only lost leaves there

Stirred with the wind change Forgotten wind-chimes chime in Replying too late

In the gutters #bones gather, flash floods of tears have raged here, and carrion eaters roam. They have more patience than you have strength. Yet you walk where so few have braved, witnessing the end of their road while yours remains hidden. And when asked why, you just smile and carry on. #vss365

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 9 is #bones "...a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss. A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool." T. S. Eliot #9

Like a spring lantern Moon cracking open an eye Long dark night passes #dailyhaikuprompt Spring lantern moon