Amputated Moon

red tide and blood moon

fires burn the forests bare

the world is bleeding

Pamela Olson, 5/18/08

This haiku was written for the

prompt “bleeding” at

One Single Impression

no place left to live

home is a blue umbrella

tears stream down your face

tears fall on your child

held tightly against more loss

death lurks everywhere

Pamela Olson 5/16/08

In  memory of those who have died,

in honor of those who are left.

poppy-colored flames

grow from an ashen burnt log

flowers are blooming

in a wintery snowfall

warmth and springtime arrive soon

Pamela Olson, 5/14/08

This Tanka was written for the prompt

“warm” at One Single Impression.

moth lost in a flame

broken wings scattered about

one lies within wax

the other shimmers in light

reminders of once warm life

Pamela Olson, 5/11/08

This was written for the prompt

“warm” at One Single Impression

walk through the desert

drink in the hot arid air

exposed to the wind

strip me bare of all façade

truth shines like a grain of sand

Pamela Olson, 5/4/08

This tanka was written for the prompt,

desert at One Single Impression

Photo courtesy of Tom Claytor

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I am deserted

lonely blackbird in the sky

a single feather

slides across my line of sight

a sign of impending change

Pamela Olson, 5/3/08

This tanka was written in response to the prompt

(desert or deserted) by One Single Impression.

one white bloom arrives

among spent-blossoms and leaves

as April departs

Pamela Olson, 4/27/08

This haiku was written for the prompt

“Flowering” at One Single Impression.

myopic morning

the only thing in focus

is the deep darkness

up before the alarm sounds

too early to start the day

Pamela Olson, 4/18/08

how can this be glory

hanging lost on a bare tree

left alone in death

Pamela Olson, 4/13/08

This haiku was written as a response

to “glory” at One Single Impression.

Stranded on a road

that leads somewhere or nowhere

it’s not on my map

the road is narrow

with no shoulder to rest on

no turning around

unknown miles ahead

I’ll go on to the hill’s top

and see what’s to come

Pamela Olson, 4/6/08

This haiku series was written in response to the prompt of “stranded” at One Single Impression and “lost highway” at Writer’s Island.