Gnawed Haiku

red cannas flowers,beetles,bugs,pest,

bold red cannas
blossoms bloom all week
despite the gnawing of beetles

7-18-2016

Love Exemplified

the dog nurses
a pup that is not hers
love exemplified

February 14, 2017

I wrote this during National Haiku Writing Month, but didn’t feel like sharing it on Valentine’s Day. There are many different kinds of love.

rose blooming,rose bud unfolding,red rose bloom,

Free Verse for National Poetry Month

fescue,mist,morning sun,sunrise,fog,sunup,

  Free

chains rattled

at her feet

the captive

stepped forward

a dungeon

is no place

for warriors

 

I wrote this for a prompt from #FieryVerse on January 6, 2017. If you are on Twitter, follow me to see these the same day that I write them. Don’t forget, while it’s easier to like and share on Twitter, you can like and share my blog posts as well.

Endless Winter

  Endless Winter

The sadness

was supposed to last

for one winter

but spring never came.

The snow smothered us 

under a sunless sky.

 

This was written for a #FieryVerse prompt on Twitter on January 23, 2017. I need to get back into the poetry circles on Twitter and start looking at these prompts every day. There are amazing prompts on Twitter every day and I would probably find more to write about if I would look them up. It would also help if Twitter would just show me the tweets as they are posted instead of showing me the tweets of those I interacted with last. Don’t you hate that?

crepe myrtle in winter,crepe myrtle in the snow,covered in snow,weighed down by snow,

Nice Senryu

everyone wants an
honest answer from us
as long as it’s nice


So this is not really haiku, and I almost erased it except that people on Twitter liked it so much. This may be senryu, but I think it’s a stretch. Read the definition for senryu on my What is Haiku? page and tell me what you think in the comments on this post.

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National Haiku Poetry Day

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dead blooms fall
fantasies for the future
shatter soft on stone
  11-1-16

 

I wrote this last year for a #fieryverse prompt on Twitter. I would encourage you to get on Twitter today, as it is #NationalHaikuPoetryDay and #NationalPoetryMonth. There will be a lot of haiku to enjoy if you look at those hashtags. Please leave some love for poets by retweeting their work or at least giving them a like today.

 

Green Smeared Haiku

boy holding mulch

earth-stained hands
green smeared into swirls
does this make me one with the earth

  5-6-2015

 

 

Summer Sunshine

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his face when
we give him a new toy
summer sunshine

  7-1-2015

 

Watching the Clock

Here is one of my longer poems. I will mostly share haiku this month.

over sized clock,clock made of flowers,big clock,

  Watching the Clock

How many hours do we spend watching
the steel hands sweep the face of time?
Praying for them to speed up
then days later wishing they’d slow down.
At some point in time you realize:
Watching the clock makes time go slower.
So you try to stop counting the minutes.
Then you wonder, When did I get crows feet?
When did I start calling the kids
begging them to come over?
Wasn’t it just yesterday
that I was pushing them out the door to play?
When laying in a hospital bed
you would almost swear that the nurses
turn back the clock when you’re not looking.
And the sluggish pace of the hands
are more painful than the IV in your arm.
But if you’re enjoying an Italian dinner
the minutes fly by like wine from a tipped glass.
Sitting in a rocking chair with a baby,
who has been crying for hours,
makes the minutes creep.
You encourage the big hand to touch the 6
so that your husband will be home to help.
When friends are over for a bar-b-que
the hands laugh their way past time to go.
The clock is a bi-polar warden,
and we are at his mercy.

Hot Haiku

does he have mine
or is it his dad’s temper
nuclear family

February 2015

 

This picture is proof that I can do Pinterest projects and that Facebook is not a total waste of time. Do you ever argue with your spouse about where your child gets certain traits? Sometimes my husband and I can’t decide who he gets his characteristics from because my husband and I have similar temperaments. 

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Missouri Haiku

nesting bird,redbreasted robin,mother bird,springtime,

bird’s chirp alarm’s ring

the sound of Missouri Spring

strong wind and hard rain

 
I live in Missouri and I am in Tornado Alley. This poem was written in the spring of 2015.

Paradoxical Poem

world war 1, world war I museum and memorial, sphinx,

WWI museum
man with a German accent
takes our tickets

5-28-2014