Niamh Flowers

Irish - inspired by nature, literature, music, poetry (especially Japanese short forms), photography and art. Life's way too short for stilettos...

[Niamh Flowers @RobinsPerch]

sound of a cuckoo
on childhood walks
recalling it
my father's hand
slips into mine

#tanka #micropoetry #ageing

[Niamh Flowers @RobinsPerch]

@askryanair Trying to check in for today's flight. App and site still down?

[Niamh Flowers @RobinsPerch]

@Ryanair I tried checking in yesterday pm & again this a.m for today's flight. App still not functioning!!

[GIOVANNI ULLERI @giovanni_ulleri]

BBC News is now blocked in Russia. Here is how to access it -please share #russiaukraineconflict #bbcnews #ukrainecrisis #westandforukraine

[Niamh Flowers @RobinsPerch]

@MyPrompts It then implies that the narrator is carrying the weight of the mountain he/she is climbing (i.e life's problems), if that makes sense?

[Basho Society @BashoSociety]

birds in winter fields
waiting for daffodils
to bloom

Buson

[Jackie Curtis @jcurtisart]

Noticeboard - waiting for it's notice to be repaired

[Tanka Daily @TankaDaily]

moonlight glows
on the house’s white accents
i pass my night
imagining you inside,
singing and braiding your hair

#tanka #poetry #micropoetry #5lines

[Jocelyn @Jocelynx44]

between me
and the sky
this one bird...

#haikuchallenge

[Niamh Flowers @RobinsPerch]

@BorthwickDave One of the greatest, simplest joys in life is stopping to hear them sing.

[Ad-Libby @AdLibby1]

on salt marshes
the new condos
make the blue herons homeless
#HaikuSeed (marsh) #micropoetry

[Rural Italics @ruralitalics]

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Since you ask : The cozy quilt, a gift from my wife; the haiku book, from a friend in New York. This chair, made by grandpa; the coffee, by my son. But these words are my own.

origami
another winter night
taking shape

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[Niamh Flowers @RobinsPerch]

@tommyjessop @Line_of_duty You are absolutely fantastic in your role, Tommy! I can't wait to watch the rest of the series.

[Rural Italics @ruralitalics]

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melting snow
the green
of a lost mitten

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[Kate Clanchy @KateClanchy1]

If you're wondering where to start this morning, you could try a poem about last year. Just a string of metaphors: what weather was it? what colour? what animal? Theo was 11.

[Basho Society @BashoSociety]

Remember
the flowers in your heart
confined in winter

[Kate Clanchy @KateClanchy1]

When all this over - Linnet is 17.