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The Thrum of Kalon is an Acrostic poem, inspired by the word Kalon which means 'beauty that is more than skin-deep.

The sands of time is a poem that attempts to capture a snippet of the mystery of the echoes of time.

The hunter of the salt plain is a persona poem about a spearfisherman, inspired by nature.

Image by nanoom from Pixabay Sailing on currents, the manta's ballet echoes the chant of abyss. This image by nanoom from Pixabay captured my eye completely and submerged me into the mystical undersea

Photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash Born drifting in flow, balanced on bamboo growth sown in the breath of life. This picture took me away to memories of bamboo rafting in the jungles of Thailand near to

Image by Peter Fischer from Pixabay Music rocks fireworks through the hypothalamus. Seeding creation. I'm down to the final three days in my month of Haiku so I decided to move away from following a theme.

Image by FunkyFocus from Pixabay Smart phone zombies crave click bait released Dopamine; replacement for brains. This picture inspired me to write a Haiku about how addicted many people (including myself)

Image by James Armbruster from Pixabay Dusty sunset plains. Tech-mosquitoes drain the dregs of the earth's life blood. This picture inspired me to think about the limiting aspects of how capitalism drives

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay My CPU sings naught and one' algorithms. I type to the beat. When I saw this picture it immediately made me think of how humans have evolved in interfacing with tech

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay Code routed through nodes, birth data-sets in a breath. A tool for freedom. I couldn't write Haiku around the subject of technology without trying to write one about

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay The pressure of clutch offset by that turbo jet... As the road opens out. This Haiku expresses that sheer joy when you hit the accelerator peddle on the car on a wide

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay Binary patterns creating screen-gleam blindness. Building the future. This Haiku reflects my ambivalence towards the digital age. Lol, I guess you could call me something

Image by NASA-Imagery from Pixabay Walking through nothing, emblazoned by ocean blue. Island earth below. Today is the beginning of week four of these daily Haiku which signals a change in theme. After

Photo by Dawid Zawiła on Unsplash Summer seeds floating in the humming evening breeze. The sunset whispers. This picture reminded me of that insect hum, humid lull of a summer evening. I guess this one

Image by David Mark from Pixabay Twirling sycamore leaves - amber in woody womb. Laying spring's new growth. This Haiku is about the cyclical nature of the seasons, the interplay between life and death

Image by janeb13 from Pixabay Gold gilt ocean waves sing memory of sunbeams. Sinking into dreams. This picture reminded me of childhood memories of visiting Cornwall. The main feeling (and memory) behind

Image by 3209107 from Pixabay Mists rise from the lake, obscuring unconscious depths. Deep water endures. This Haiku reflects the symbolism of the lake, with the depths of the unconscious obscured by the

Photo by Seaq68 on Pixabay Fallen tree bridges a cascading stream of thought. Moss grows in that flow. In this Haiku I try to draw a comparison between the flowing stream in the prompt picture with the

Photo by Beata Ratuszniak on Unsplash Misty forest sleeps. Dewy leaves fall on the path, settling in stillness. In this Haiku I try to capture that silence you find in a misty morning forest. It's a strange

Image by Wolfgang Eckert from Pixabay Sandstone groans, winter frosts exhale shivers in stone. Life and death balances. As this is the start of a new week, I wanted to change up the theme of the next seven