Blank & Blue [Haiku]

Photograph of cacti, blue sky, and mountains, taken near Huambo, Peru in the vicinity of Colca Canyon.
sky -- blank & blue --
stretches mountain to mountain;
unseen raptor: "screech!"

24/7 Wakeup Call [Lyric Poem]

Photograph taken from Wat Pa Phon Phoa at Luang Prabang, Laos.
In a mountain village,
the roosters crow all day.
Hopes of mid-day napping
are dashed along the way.

Stalker [Kyōka]

Photograph of a raccoon taken in the Pearl River Wildlife Management Area near Slidell, Louisiana.
stealthy raccoon 
stalks up on trashcans -
as lion to gazelle.
having reached its target,
sends lid clattering down.

Winter Woods [Haiku]

Photograph taken at Paces Mill Park.
Winter forest:
no creatures stir --
waterfall sound.

Temple Bells [Haiku]

Photograph of bells at Wat Don Mueang in northern Bangkok.
countless bells
surround the temple --
each one silent.

Soggy [Haiku]

Fallen leaves on the sidewalk after a rain.
fallen leaves, post-rain:
gauge the drizzle by
what crunch remains.

PROMPT: Listen

Daily writing prompt
What do you listen to while you work?

I don’t. I could listen to instrumental music while writing or doing other mental work, but I can’t have anything with words / lyrics involved. It’s distracting and can warp my writing.

Bell Pavilion [Haiku]

Summer night: 
bell pavilion - silent,
but for cricket chirp.

“The Bell” by Ralph Waldo Emerson [w/ Audio]

I love thy music, mellow bell,
I love thine iron chime,
To life or death, to heaven or hell,
Which calls the sons of Time.

Thy voice upon the deep
The home-bound sea-boy hails,
It charms his cares to sleep,
It cheers him as he sails.

To house of God and heavenly joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the thunder's fires.

And soon thy music, sad death-bell,
Shall lift its notes once more,
And mix my requiem with the wind
That sweeps my native shore.

“The earth has many keys” (1775) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

The earth has many keys,
Where melody is not
Is the unknown peninsula.
Beauty is nature's fact.

But witness for her land,
And witness for her sea,
The cricket is her utmost
Of elegy to me.