david wiggins

March
the wind takes
a dog’s bark

#haiku #poetry

A view across a shaded lazy river to a small, isolated Buddhist shrine accessible only by boat against an impressive backdrop of karst stack formations and unevenly covered by thick vines of jungle. The humid air particles hang in the air as the sun dips behind the misty mountains towards the horizon

'Of Towers & Temples' (2023) -- Nestled in the Breathtakingly Still & Timeless Jungle, Visual Moments of Zen, Trang An Landscape Complex, Ninh Binh, Northern Vietnam

#MountainMonday ✨ #RockinTuesday ✨ #ImageAndVerse ✨

#Photography #Landscape
#Monochrome #ClassicMono
#EastCoastKin #JayceeCrawford

Curator’s Choice 7 – 3 Tré is a jasmine tea-powered haiku and fantasy author from the Blue Ridge Mountains. (USA) This is Tré’s first appearance at Pure Haiku! This haiku is part of our Encircling Theme.

Entry 1: Thank you @freyapickard.bsky.social for choosing my pieces for Pure Haiku Curator's Choice! Reading all the unique Encircling #poetry is a delightful experience. I’m honored to be included alongside so many inspired writers.

I'll share each of my 5 winning #haiku over the next 5 days. 🌕🐦‍⬛✨️

buttercup
by the road with the milk cans
waiting for the bus

#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#kidlit #fantaiku #scifaiku #sff
#haikusaturday #senryusunday
#dailyhaikuprompt #vssmagic
#bravewrite #thingstowriteabout
#2wordprompt #haikuchallenge
#inkmine #plant #bspp51 #floret
#bloomrise #flower #bloom

On March 7, 1965, approximately 600 marchers, led by activists including
John Lewis and Hosea Williams, aimed to march from Selma to Montgomery for voting rights.
The march was violently confronted by law enforcement at the Edmund Pettus Bridge, resulting in brutal attacks on the demonstrators. ↓

A Hebden.

worn ribbon smudge
tumbling thunder ahead
a push and pull
shattered glass held
while imaginary principles
chant in unison
and time bends
to the silence

#weirdmicro #poetry #writerslife
#blackandwhitephotography 🖤🤍

@rae-dahl.bsky.social
is my alt if you're interested

after a year and a half on 🦋
i still don't understand it

with over 6k followers here
on this account it appears
most of them are not interested

i've gone with an alt account
to find some that might be

🎨 Wilhelmina Krutrök #art

Instead of hating the people you think
are war-makers,
hate the appetites
& disorder in your own soul,
which are the causes of war.
If you love peace,
then hate injustice,
hate tyranny,
hate greed – but hate
these things in yourself,
not in another.

☀︎ Thomas Merton

Photo: B&W open hand letting seeds fall. Source: Barry Pearman Images.

Here in life’s 4th quarter,
I’m letting go of identities,
not to create a new one,
but to be free of it
and become spontaneously alive
while the clock winds down.

It's difficult though
for the subconscious to agree
to let go of the memories,
for the cells to empty.
It’s not a command
but a process.

Lady's Standing in solidarity Cloudsplitter cut through ocean a midnight library prince charming her secret fantasy the problem with women is pre spring menu recycled and repurposed decking oil we need to apologise key cutting available here the history of iran and winston churchill exposes. "I dont want to talk about that mouse."

Another stumbling attempt at a Steve Spence style poem:

seeking nirvana
my fingertips comb through
the record bin
#DailyHaikuPrompt #senryu

🪷🎶👏👏👏

😂 clever clever

Big-eyed sunflower
Cyclops of many florets
Staring at the sun.

#BSPP51 #floret #haiku #senryu

sitting in traffic—
through the sunroof
underbellies of geese

#haiku #haikusaturday

upon sharing a pretzel:

amid life’s twists,
grateful to have your hand
entwined with mine
#haiku

sketches in order
timely renaissance gathering
ashen decadence chawing light

#inkMine
#tenword
#micropoetry

⧑⧒2026

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎.
⭐️. ⟢⫷⫸🎵🔅🔆⋱⋰⋱⋰♡♥

#WalkingTheTruth

⟣⟢⫷⫸⋰⋱

Close to Mother Nature.

#Photography

♥️🔆🔅☁️☁️🙂‍↔️

🤎🩶

🤎🖤

The origin of being does not yield itself to the voice that proclaims it.

Within it, minds arise and begin weaving meanings…
Stars ignite and collapse into silence,
the ancient question of why there is anything at all continues to echo.

What dissolves when it notices it cannot stand outside it.

♥️

Beyond the tie, beyond the red, beyond the wall/s. There is no I. There is only blur, out of time, rambling rhyme/s. In that space, between lines, seldom do we understand, there is air to breathe without expectation.

📷by me
#photography

She’s wearing her mistakes like a fiery shroud
A flame that flickers never bowed

But her heart still glows bright true
Mistakes couldn't dim the light she drew

In a teary river she didn’t drown
Rising high in her jewellery crowded crown

#vss365 #jewelry 📸 Miss Cosmo #poetry

'Head of a rabbit in profile' a pen and watercolour portrait of a very bunny very fluffy rabbit looking to the right. In browns on a cream background.

“Hello, Rabbit,” he said, “Is that you?”

“Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “And see what happens.”

A.A.Milne, Winnie the Pooh

#BookWormSat (Landseer's birthday)

🎨 Edwin Landseer

The Tortoise in the Tree: A Yoruba Folktale In our familiar songs, grace is amazing, comely, beautiful, and acceptable. I think otherwise, as do our histories of encountering the foreign, the stranger. Because grace forces new considerations…

'And so began Tortoise’s quest to know everything once and for all.'

Loved this! 💙📚

lithub.com/the-tortoise...

Library of Congress free image shows two red-crowned cranes, one about to land, in a marsh. Artist: Andö, Hiroshige, 1797-1858.

look to the horizon
& find me
waiting for you
#haiku #art

both rich in vitamin D₃ ☀️ 🐟

great monoku and pic!

a long winter
the cat and I share
skipjack from the tin
somehow enough
for both of us

#tanka #TankaPoem
#tankathursday #haiku
#poetry #caturday

grateful Tré!

rusty water tank
shining particles of dusk
settle into night