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two crimson silhouette haiku

Crimson Heart

two crimson silhouette haiku

amorous arbor
unauthorized shady love
crimson silhouette

nebulous treelife
pigmented thickets at dusk
indistinct scarlet


Written for:

Sensational Haiku WednesdayThis week’s theme is:  Silhouette

And written for:

Prompt #104 – Crimson

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Also posted on:  Kids e-conneciton

Image Credit : dipity

A Soldier’s Call

A Soldier’s Call

When all around me chafes my heart,
and soldiers shout for aid,
I run to help, I do my part
although I am afraid.

I know one day, I shall depart
and march in my hometown parade,
but now, it chafes my aching heart,
as the wounded shout for aid.

But kind ones, now,  have done their part
with a calling card that’s prepaid.
Despite the blasts of a fierce air raid,
I no longer feel alone and apart,
when all around me chafes my heart.


Today’s Sunday Scribbling’s used the word “the call” as a prompt. I decided to write about calls to/from deployed soldiers.

There’s a wonderful program called Cell Phones For Soldiers created by a pair of teenage siblings. The videos on this page give you a good picture of this program. It’s a nice story, to say the least.

Picture credit goes to Engaget  .  This happens to be another interesting story about a High School student who was suspended for the rest of the school year for refusing to hang up on a cellphone call from his mother, a soldier positioned in Iraq for over a year, during lunch break.


Rihanna - Her Beat Up Words


It’s nothing but a thankless job,
giving you my tears.
I mope the evening away
wondrin’ where you are.
Then I hear your ring
your voice,
your needs.

I’m the artist who could
showcase you:
a framed work of joy.
To  break from your reins
sweats out  my mind.
It’s like  my own work,
my will
my time.

Encased in a holo cave
echo of your drumming heart.
So then, one day,
No more.
I won’t be there.
Don’t count
on me calling back.


Written for:


Write2Day–Labor Day Prompt

Also posted on:

The Gooseberry Garden

Poetry Picnic Week 30: Doubts, Fears, Inhibitions and Hesitations

Picture credit: mammakaze