Happy Holidays from Failing at Haiku!

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green fake tree inside
fake snow, fake lights, but real love
Christmas at our house
  12-3-15

 

I hope you are enjoying the holidays. I do think it is fine to say “Happy Holidays” to people for two reasons:

1. You don’t know what holidays strangers celebrate.

   The person that you’re speaking to, may be Jewish, or agnostic, and may celebrate holidays that are near Christmas, or not celebrate at all. Why offend someone, or push them further away from a great holiday and a great God? Be thoughtful. If you are trying to represent your religion, and you come off looking like a jerk, you’ve made everyone that practices your religion look like a jerk.

2. We’re still in between holidays.

   The Holiday Season is not just about Christmas. There is a holiday every month, but January, from October to February which equals over 5 holidays. In case I might not see someone for the next three months, and I like to wish them “Happy Holidays” as in I hope that all of their holidays, from Halloween to Valentine’s Day, are happy. This does not take away from Christmas. It makes me a nice person.

FF | Third Wheel

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group; you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 99 words long.

campsite,pop up tent,third wheel,camping

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan Wayne Fields

Third Wheel

It was easy to pretend that they were just camping and could return to regular life as soon as they drove back into town. It was easy to forget WWIII.

“I think your mind must have quiet, every week, to be able to process things.”

Sally had taken on a philosophical bent this last month. Joe had learned to ride out her phases. He grunted as he stirred the pot of beans over the fire.

“I really don’t mind that you accidently killed the last friend we made because he talked a lot and I really need my quiet.”

 

 

Planted Haiku

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planted flowers
phlox grow across the bed
isolation orders ignored

5-6-2015

 

A Haiku in the Weeds.

a cluster of weeds
at the edges of spaces
I thought I had cleared
4-9-2015

 

I hope your week is short and awesome. Happy Thanksgiving everyone, in case you don’t hear from me until after. This may be my only post for this week.

FF | Songs

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The photos are taken by other Friday Fictioneers. You can join in by adding a link to your story to the blue frog link-up on Rochelle’s page. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other nice comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s short story is

As always, Thank You for reading.

violin,strings,stinged insturment,

PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg

 

Songs

Their life together was like a symphony. Maybe there was a wrong note from a finger that slipped once, but the music was so beautiful that no one noticed. They were the couple that everyone aspired to. For their 10th Anniversary, Joe learned to play the violin and composed a song just for Julie. For their 50th Anniversary, their children flew them to Hawaii. The paper featured their picture on their 75th Anniversary. Harvey read about their happy lives while laying in his cell. He wondered what the story would have been had he proposed at Prom instead of Joe.

 

 

 

Finding the Light

large luna moth,green moth,beautiful moth,

moonbeams and starlight
the moth can’t see them for
fluorescent lights
  July 1, 2015

 

Sometimes we are surrounded by so many fake things, that we fail to see what is real.

This haiku was inspired by a writing prompt from #haikuthrowdown on Twitter.

FF | Good Memories

Wow, I wrote this one with very little editing and never did go over the 100-word count. How has your writing gone this week?

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The photos are taken by other Friday Fictioneers. You can join in by adding a link to your story to the blue frog link-up on Rochelle’s page. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other nice comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s short story is 100-words long.

pointy roofs,tile roof,tile shingles,

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

Good Memories

Glory stopped at the top of the hill, turning to look at her village one last time. She could still see Mr. Thompson’s roof. Looking at it always made her happy and gave her hope.

She heard a door slam somewhere and it made her jump. She turned and fled down the hill. The city near the coastline had a finishing school for girls and plenty of restaurants where she could earn a living.

She would not be forced into the neighbor’s bedroom anymore. Her own mother hadn’t believed her, so she would go where no one could hurt her.

Thank You, Dear Readers

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  Cooking
the smell of pork roast
first time always turns out
replicating my
victory is what is hard
more than a flash in the pan

  1-31-2016

Thank you all so much! I am now at 705 followers! I asked more of you to follow this blog two weeks ago on Monday, October 24th and you did. By the next day, I was at 700 followers and the number has stayed up!

Thank you for reading my work. Thank you for seeking me out. Thank you for following me on Twitter and on Facebook. Thank you for leaving me comments. I appreciate every Follow and every Like I get. I appreciate the retweets and all of the other shares as well.

Thank you for staying with me as this blog changes. Thank you for joining me as this blog is in the midst of change. I posted my last quote on Monday of this week. While I love quotes, those have never been the most loved posts by my readers. My short stories have quickly become my most liked type of post on this blog. While I will try to write a short story and post it by Friday night, my heart is in poetry. I plan to share a haiku that you have never read before, every Monday, as always.

This tanka was inspired by a #fieryverse prompt.

Go Vote This Tuesday!

Never grow a wishbone daughter, where your backbone ought to be. –Clementine Paddleford

Everyone wants to whine about the government. In the USA, we all swear the government is broken and our representatives have gotten out of hand and out of touch with the people. If you truly believe this then go vote! Vote the old guys out of congress. Vote out the people that have been in that chair for 10 years while your state has been suffering.
You will have between 3 and 5 people to vote for President. Take an hour to read up on them, then go vote.

fully bloomed daffodil,yellow flowers,flower in sunlight,morning daffodil,

Haiku in Nature

stretch marks like bark on a tree trunk – the way nature shows maturity

 

I wrote this haiku for a #soulwords prompt on 7-1-2015.

big tree,older tree,bark,

FF | Traveling Home

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The photos are taken by other Friday Fictioneers. It is not a closed group, you can join in by adding your link to the blue frog linkup on Rochelle’s page. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 100 words long. It is also a happy story. I decided to really push myself and write about something happy.

tucumcari trading post,gas station,road trip,travel,

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Traveling Home

“We’re getting close, don’t fall asleep.”
“How close?” Jerri was anxious to see their new home.
“50 miles. This is the part of the country we’re going to live in.”
Officer Tony was excited. He had traveled out here by plane and bought a two-story home for his new bride.
“These little towns are so quaint. I really like the atmosphere though. Everyone is so nice.”
“I promise you’ll enjoy living here. My grandmother always wanted to return, she said it was like living in Mayberry.”
“As long as you don’t widow me like Aunt Bee, we’ll be just fine.”

Blood Haiku

street light,red brick building,

blood or rust
seeing red at the
Holocaust Museum

June 17, 2015

A scary creepy haiku for a creepy day. I hope you have fun while taking precautions today.

I didn’t take very many photos inside the Holocaust Memorial and Museum because it is a solemn place and I was trying to appreciate the moment. This is the outside of the building. We had to wait in line for about an hour to get tickets to the permanent exhibit.