Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Challenge 346 SLIP and Time. (acquaintance answers back)

re your wintry slip* makes me laugh and makes me weep tis time for goodbye *slip=note Note: this is the second part of my previous haiku (slip for an acquaintance) https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/02/22/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-346-slip-and-time/

a haiku and a prose for 2021-02-14

A Haiku Because love hangs on patiently adorns each hope undaunted beyond A Prose He has no idea how she has felt after all these decades, 29 years in all. He once thought they would have a long long time together and be happy ever after. In real life their time does not work that … Continue reading a haiku and a prose for 2021-02-14

Challenge 331 FIRST, Heal: gender perspectives (one story three haikus)

heal, first, one haiku challenge (Haiku one: Reconciled position) distant rumble "heal" who goes "first" he smiles she laughs and they dance as "one" (Haiku two: competitive position) distant rumble "heal" who gets "first" he asks she laughs alas none no "one" (Haiku three: neutral position) distant rumble "heal" who cares "first" not me (blank … Continue reading Challenge 331 FIRST, Heal: gender perspectives (one story three haikus)

time travel haiku and back: just timing

https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/12/03/december-squares-3/ sometime ago when in an interval story zone long ago in another story zone just timing my time and yours to savor and chimepreparing our climb This months photo challenge in square format from Becky is Time https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/12/04/december-squares-4/#more-12547 https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/12/03/december-squares-3/comment-page-3/#comment-10839

another letter I shall not mail: a picture and a poem

Without the weekly-Photo-challenge some of us are feeling a bit lost regarding where to hang out and what to take a photo of. Admittedly many of us have lots of photos in our stock so we are not exactly all dry up and out of ideas. I have discovered that the world is not all … Continue reading another letter I shall not mail: a picture and a poem

to love: this is a song I will not sing to you

Growth this is a song i would not sing because the song has run away in sync with other days i shall not bring this is a song i should not sing because its lyrics have bloomed into an early spring here here i call in the midst of freezing into a laboriously sculptured thing … Continue reading to love: this is a song I will not sing to you

favorite poem rambling song to end 2017

2017 Favorites. they call to compose an official song to cherish entrance of wintry solace long why they never know it's an impossible task anyone with brain would always ask how long is winter to be long haha you must be joking all along how wide is winter to be white is he the old … Continue reading favorite poem rambling song to end 2017

A dictionary for navigators on spiritual rough waters 46: how to define love? (2017 Revised)

The spirit-mind man realizes he does not know many things about love and God. Love ties with pain. Here is a word that God uses to describe Himself. Love. What is love? Let us read about love again. This is what he attempted in this blog before: (with 2017 up to date mind man's deliberations … Continue reading A dictionary for navigators on spiritual rough waters 46: how to define love? (2017 Revised)

A love called graceful and not let go (two poems)

(I translated, re-written and re-named this love song. I call it Gracefully love) Even if I should come once to this planet in one dash one kairos moment in one billion years joining you so brief for all its sweet tears and all its grief Well, let all that must happen happen in a flash … Continue reading A love called graceful and not let go (two poems)

If I forget your name? Never

I too feel fascinated by some names, especially the names of shops or brands. Here are some Names which I found a year ago in my last visit to a shopping mall in CA. Shops are named: Pink in Life, The Picture People, Walking Company. I particularly like the idea of a shop named "Things … Continue reading If I forget your name? Never

a resilient love letter after 8000 days and nights and is still counting

My Resilient love for you. I find it hard not to say I love you, and harder not to love you even in silence, with my heart saying I love you over 8000 days and nights. A thousand days seems a long time for some love. But my love for you, not even eight thousands … Continue reading a resilient love letter after 8000 days and nights and is still counting

Don’t look back, she says, I am not there

a Nostalgia look. He likes to look at some old things, things of another era. Of course neither she nor he belongs to those ages. They are far too young to have any idea of what life was like in those times. But he has heard stories from parents and grandparents of the time they … Continue reading Don’t look back, she says, I am not there

a beautiful wordless reflection of a long gone memory

Mirror a wordless reflection one morning in winter. Wordless beauty. Looking at this today brings back long gone memory of a time when he first had a glimpse of her in the mirror. She was getting ready to go to work. He watched her at the door. He could only see her back. But then he … Continue reading a beautiful wordless reflection of a long gone memory

Love’s riddle: a haiku

complex paradox enigma unsolvable find the little fox She is back. He is back. They are not relatives. But the two humans are not together. And yet they love each other. It is like looking at this photo. You never know whether the photographer is climbing up the mountain or going down the slope. There … Continue reading Love’s riddle: a haiku

sometimes we only see half

Apology  Dearest love, this word is difficult to say, but I must say it, my apology to you after all these years. This morning as I wake and pick up my mobile I realize I have missed a call. Not that I care. It is not from you. When I look at this picture of … Continue reading sometimes we only see half

Left alone: a haiku (and a prose)

Desert alien here I dread print upon print I now thread deserted I read (After I wrote this little poem of a scene I took in US last January, I suddenly realize now of somewhat similar perspective in terms of man and nature left alone, expressed in two previous movie stories, both of which I had … Continue reading Left alone: a haiku (and a prose)

it has to be love: a Haiku (and a Prose)

good explanation none better than love-passion seldom with ration "It has to be love, doesn’t it? In however many of its infinite permutations?" "What lasts? Is there anything you’ve made in your life that will still be here 150 years from now? What does not last, if they are not retold, are the stories." How … Continue reading it has to be love: a Haiku (and a Prose)

Love and pain: a haiku (with prose)

Concealed and revealed interspersed with love and pain compelling unveiled ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He decides to dedicate today to the subject of LOVE. On waking this morning he observes that the snow has melted and revealed dark foreboding jagged black rock, like he is suddenly going through a lesson on the description of rocks, including their color and … Continue reading Love and pain: a haiku (with prose)

Love’s equilibrium: a haiku (and a prose)

Opposites Tranquility snow come rest upon my heart now gentle tender flow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Everything is something it isn't. He read this somewhere. People feared the unknown and worried about uncertainty of changes. A wall might not be a wall. A door might not open at all. Yet he knew in chemistry there is a state in which a … Continue reading Love’s equilibrium: a haiku (and a prose)

Landmark for love: a haiku (and a prose)

Pure snow clothing with might authenticity that tied love so pure in sight ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.* He suddenly recalled how he used this line and wrote his first prose. He did not have access to this book then and read it as a quote somewhere. … Continue reading Landmark for love: a haiku (and a prose)

Eminent love: a haiku (and a prose)

Celebrated snow conspicuous sheer renowned crystal clear for now ~~~~~~~~He did not know whether his story was going to be celebrated or regretted when it happened. it was certainly a love story which had a noble beginning. As a child he had always dreamed of grandeur, the austere grandeur of mountain scenery. That was why he … Continue reading Eminent love: a haiku (and a prose)

what loneliness means to him: a haiku (and a prose)

Hitching a ride up windy snowy mountain camp needing fellowship ~~~~~~~He knows he cannot be alone for long. That is why he joins his friends sometimes as they drive up the mountain. They do not really understand what he tries to express in his words, photos, or even the actions of continuing to climb mountains. … Continue reading what loneliness means to him: a haiku (and a prose)

Many-Splendored Thing: a haiku (and a prose)

Majestic grandeur aesthetics for raconteur lonely connoisseur ~~~~~~~~~~~Many misunderstandings avalanched and snow-balled from all angles. He got tired of repeated explanation which he reserved for the very close ones and there were not few due to the nature of his profession. "Unbelievable." Many shook their heads. His closest friend warned him, "AJ I wish you … Continue reading Many-Splendored Thing: a haiku (and a prose)

bedazzled by love: a haiku (and a prose)

dazzling ascend esoteric love transcends snow melded with sand ~~~~~~~~She gave him three years to complete a plan. "You need a plan." The plan demanded him to pay a price. The price of time and efforts. He enrolled in a post-graduate study to learn how to make living shelter that can shield human (and other … Continue reading bedazzled by love: a haiku (and a prose)

she has a passion for hope: a haiku (and a prose)

Beloved come now Sail away to blue beyond Many fields to plow ~~~~~~ “How do you know you know her?” Boss asked. He didn’t answer. How does he know? He just knows. He didn’t give her the right answer the last time because she was called away before he could answer her. She shouted, “See … Continue reading she has a passion for hope: a haiku (and a prose)

against all odds: a haiku (and a prose)

He does not lose heart burning flame consuming might overcoming odds ~~~~~~~~~Against all odds, their love was. He did not see her again for five years. Meanwhile he worked day and night for the corporation without distraction. He did not have his own private life. The convention-conference business boomed as they partnered with tech-digital gurus … Continue reading against all odds: a haiku (and a prose)

No river too deep to cross: a haiku (and a prose)

Aiming for the sky Crossing rivers and mountains None too deep too high ~~~~~~She is not Princess Turandot but She has given him three riddles just as the boss has warned him. “Turandot will finish you off. Off with your head. Feed to piranhas. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, AJ.” The boss was now … Continue reading No river too deep to cross: a haiku (and a prose)

he knows her heart can melt snow: a haiku (and a prose)

depth and height of love beyond his comprehension life long wild passion ~~~~~~~~~~ One thing she does well. She makes him think of his life. Is he really living the life of the greatness he is meant to become? Night after night he wakes and asks himself. The boss sums up a physical/material perspective, "You have … Continue reading he knows her heart can melt snow: a haiku (and a prose)

Only way is up: a haiku (and a prose)

decision valley gaping mouth hungry belly no time to tarry ~~~~~~~~~He has no regrets. “Come. Marry me.” She says. All the exterior signs say, “Don’t go.” His big boss summons him to HQ and offers, “Listen, you are making a big mistake. You can pick and choose a station if you want to. Why don’t … Continue reading Only way is up: a haiku (and a prose)

perhaps he waited too long: a haiku (and a prose)

heart melts like spring snow waves of love surging and flow in rhymes chimes and awe ~~~~~~~He waited too long perhaps to leave. The boss would not release him until he found and trained a successor. He could hear the clock of his heart ticking like a time bomb as he was running out of … Continue reading perhaps he waited too long: a haiku (and a prose)

No place to stop, so begin again: a haiku (and a prose)

assuming ending reaching snow peak up this lane beginning not end ~~~~~~~“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.” He hears this quote in his heart. His story has not ended and he is still writing his life and hers. That phone call from her has started a journey in … Continue reading No place to stop, so begin again: a haiku (and a prose)

she proposed: a haiku (and a prose)

a hopeful morning distant mountain gleams with snow good omen coming~~~~~~~~It was her phone call that started it. It came in the middle of the day, right after lunch or before? He can't remember now whether he had lunch that fateful day. The five-star hotel dining area was crowded with festive faces, limbs and trunks, meandering around … Continue reading she proposed: a haiku (and a prose)

snow tracks for the remains of love: a haiku (and a prose)

Not beginning's end tracks of white so pure and light heavy on my heart ~~~~~~~An ice storm, following three days of snow has turned the tracks into sheets of glazed ice that shine and shimmer blue in the distant horizon. He begins another climb up the snow covered mountain. The tracks are unseen and he just has to follow … Continue reading snow tracks for the remains of love: a haiku (and a prose)

how to say goodbye to her: a haiku (and a prose)

How to say goodbye when he has not even left many tears and sighs ~~~~~~~~~No, he cannot say goodbye. He has left too many of himself behind. On this particular day he climbs many thousand feet and sees this distant white mountain, so beautiful and enchanting part hidden by the cloud. The scene is most … Continue reading how to say goodbye to her: a haiku (and a prose)

he still cannot say goodbye: a haiku (and a prose)

a silent goodbye forgetting how they abide snow covers his hers ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~He still cannot say goodbye, even though he has packed resolutely and steps out and goes up this snowy mountain alone and in silence. Why begin another journey when he knows it will end anyway sometime in future? Often people ask those who travel. Why travel … Continue reading he still cannot say goodbye: a haiku (and a prose)

saying goodbye again to dawn: a haiku (and a prose)

leaving her behind pondering saying goodbye trees witness untie ~~~~~~~~~~~~~He does not know how to say goodbye. Packing is one way to distract the tinge of sadness and an unnamed uncertain feeling. He packs and unpacks. His room filled with stuff and gifts. He travels light but is still stuck with stuff which mean something to … Continue reading saying goodbye again to dawn: a haiku (and a prose)

my journey of love: a haiku (and a prose)

time for reflection heart's compass has not failed us true love's direction ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Direction can be confusing even for a seasoned traveler. For a European continental driver like him traveling in US is more so as he is compelled to drive on unfamiliar lane, opposite to what he has accustomed to do. He has found the same with relationship. … Continue reading my journey of love: a haiku (and a prose)

the colors you wear: a haiku (and a prose)

colors green and blue always your favorite so true a dress for my heart ~~~~~~~~~~~~~He remembers her in her blue and green dress. She dresses well. The colors of nature: the green grass, green plants, green trees, and the blue sea, blue mountain, blue sky. Often there is white space in between, like a white canvas background … Continue reading the colors you wear: a haiku (and a prose)

Where I planted my heart: a haiku (and a prose)

Here is my heart’s plea forever planted like tree Never shall I flee ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Where have I planted my heart? You ask. There was an old story that said a man left his hat wherever he went. It seemed to be his way to mark his past. It did not serve any purpose except perhaps to make … Continue reading Where I planted my heart: a haiku (and a prose)

planting with my heart: a haiku (and a prose)

opening the heart seeing beauty in plain sight gold and rare delight ~~~~~~~~Seeing is not longer difficult for a traveler with a heart. He sees things differently. The field. The sky. The plants. The clouds. The water. The light. The colors. Dawn. Noon. Sunset. Rain or shine. Seasons. Structure and organization of matters. Even the … Continue reading planting with my heart: a haiku (and a prose)

he will not stop here: a haiku (and a prose)

I have come this way resting feet and tired heart spirit does not sway ~~~~~~~~~~He cannot stop now. The last time he has been here to rest awhile. The clouds have turned their color. A sudden change to a yellow-orange hue which looks rather strange and he does not know why. He can feel the hurried … Continue reading he will not stop here: a haiku (and a prose)

begin another journey: a haiku (and a prose)

following the cloud journey bursting songs aloud finding happiness ~~~~~~~~~~~He thinks he will go anyway. Since the sky is so blue and the clouds seem friendly, at least to him, newly emerged from his own blue. Someone has predicted storm and other deterrence and urges him not to proceed with this journey. But he has made … Continue reading begin another journey: a haiku (and a prose)