Day Moon

 

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all …       

-Emily Dickinson

From dawn to dusk, the sun shines and gleams through the window curtains, the breeze whispers with musical notes, the river flows with a gentle murmur, waves tenderly kiss the shore, the mountain sits in its saintly posture, and birds fill the routes in the sky. The clouds float with usual gaiety and stars wink with twinkling lights.

Children recount playing on the school ground, spending time in the park, and visiting museums and zoos with their grandparents.

daybreak…

from a window opening

the child 

wishes the butterfly

freedom of a renewed journey

Contemporary Haibun Online, 18.2, 2022 (Ed. Tish Davis)

https://contemporaryhaibunonline.com/cho-18-2-table-of-contents/pravat-kumar-padhy-day-moon/

 Pitto

 
The seven-pointed star, each a day leading toward creation. The Saptarishi and the Pleiades, the seven-branched lamps and Jesus’s seven sayings. The seven colours of the rainbow, different but one, while our seven look-alikes roam the world, the one turned into many. The wonder in one number.

 
stone
flat
last
the
stacking
evening
cloudy

 

Contemporary Haibun Online, 18.2, 2022 (Ed. Rich Youmans)

https://contemporaryhaibunonline.com/cho-18-2-table-of-contents/pravat-kumar-padhy-pitto/

 

 a stone in her tiny hand once a mountain

 

Wales Haiku Journal, Summer 2022 (Ed. Joe Woodhouse)

https://www.waleshaikujournal.com/summer-2022

 

 Breathing Goodness

 

We smile and play with our kids

To breathe happiness.

 

Tenderness of early morning sun

Soothing flow of breeze

The musical twittering of birds:

All for us to breathe softness.

 

The river murmurs with its banks    

Mountain unfurls its rising green

Sea muses its perennial song:

All for us to breathe calmness.

 

Flowers emit fragrance

Rainbow paints its elegant colours

Sky with the moon and twinkling stars:

All for us to breathe gladness.

 

The tenderness of grass

The gentleness of youthful leaves

Glittering eyes of innocent animals:

All for us to breathe humbleness.

 

Someone has bestowed the gifts

For us to solace the essence of life

Even the tiny cells within us

Breathe for all of us to flourish. 

 

Let us breathe goodness

For everyone to live

And for everyone to live.

 

Publication Credit: I Can’t Breathe: A Poetic Anthology of Social Justice, 2021 (Ed. Dr. Christopher Okemwa)

antique  mirror grandma in my reflection

tsuri-dōrō, May-June Issue #10 2022 (Ed. Tony Pupello)

 

https://tsuridoro.org/issue-10-july-august-2022

 frozen pond

the missing sound 

of skipping stones

tsuri-dōrō, May-June Issue #9 2022 (Ed. Tony Pupello)

https://tsuridoro.org/issue-9-may-june-2022

 

 Rengay

Solitude

Pravat Kumar Padhy (India) and Sherry Grant (NZ) 

crescent moon--

the full-blown smile 

a space I try to fill 

         into little red speck

        a balloon escapes

I try to catch

the fragrance

left behind

your name 

on the tip of

my tongue

        turning back

        I speak to the evening breeze

a silhouette 

the aftertaste of

loneliness

 

Scarlet Dragonfly, June 10, 2022 (Ed. Kathleen Trocmet)

 

https://scarletdragonflyjournal.wordpress.com/2022/06/10/solitude/