Basho’s Regret

Basho’s 27th poem can be interpreted in 2 ways. I wonder what he really meant? I wonder if it’s hard to tell exactly which words he meant to use, as haiku are supposed to have 2 or more meanings to them. Leave me your thoughts below.

flower buds
it’s my regret I can’t open
my bag of poems
flower buds
sadly spring winds cannot open
a poem bag



PAD Challenge Day 18

moon through the clouds,foggy,seeing the moon through the trees,

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Inner Battle
the temptation to quit is always
there nagging at us, telling us
that we don’t really need to
stop this deadly habit
of over-eating
we don’t need to 
just give

Today’s prompt was to write about temptation. As you know, I do not like writing exactly what I know everyone else is going to write for a prompt. So I choose not to write about what normally comes to mind when one hears the word “temptation” and instead wrote about the kind of temptation that we give into all too often. Overeating and not exercising. This poem is a nonet. Have you been writing poetry this month?

Tanka Tuesday Domesticated

rose's thorn, rose thorn 
raspberry bush
along with the red red rose
the only plants
that while domesticated
still feel the need for thorns
Have you ever realized that roses are the only “flower” that have thorns? They are probably the most popular flower in the world and they naturally have thorns. Why do we love what hurts us?

PAD Challenge Day 17

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rose blooming,rose bud unfolding,red rose bloom,

Today we are supposed to write either a love poem or an anti-love poem. Anti-love is what I do all of the time so I thought it would be a real challenge if I wrote a love poem. But I decided to do both! I wrote an anti-love poem to get it out of my system, and then I wrote another love poem for my husband. Here are a haiku and a mirror poem, more correctly called a palindrome. It can be a tough form to write for but I wrote this one in five minutes. What do you think?

roses that won’t bloom
there was water, soil, and sunlight
but nothing grew

The rules for writing a palindrome are: 1. You must use the same words in the first half of the poem as the second half, but 2. reverse the order for the second half, and 3. use a word in the middle as a bridge from the first half to the second half of the poem.

  My Love
mine love
like red rose
it for you, bloomed
no wondering or wandering
wandering or wondering, no
bloomed, you for it
rose red, like love


PAD Challenge day 16

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of the whole world you
are my other shoe
very soon I knew
you would take me through
we did not need glue
we are never blue


Today we had to write about our favorite something. Since I had said I would write love poetry this month, I wrote this for my groom. We have amazing chemistry and have never doubted that we are supposed to be together. So here’s a happy little fun poem about that for national poetry writing day 16.


Haiku up the Mountain

the mountain I thought
I could never climb up
my old pair of jeans fit


I wrote this poem at the beginning of the year for an #inkMine prompt. I have lost 22 pounds on the Ketogenic Diet. I am going off of it for the summer. I will go back on it when I send the boys off to school in August because I am not down to the weight where I want to be, but I am in shape and healthier than I have been in 3+ years.

dusk,sun setting,pink sky,orange sky, cloudy sunset,

PAD Challenge Day 15

shut door,front door,back door,door with the blinds shut,

  I am the Door

I am the tall wooden front door

you must pass through me to explore

the people inside

dirty shoes can’t hide

you’ve been eyed

off my floor

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Today’s prompt was to write a metaphor poem. I used a welsh form called clogyrnach. It is a 6 line stanza with an ab rhyme scheme. It is about how the mom is often the door to the family and we have to be careful about who we let in. 

PAD Challenge Day 14

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  Twitter News

wanting a
lazy day
waking up

open phone
read the news
feel panic

boasting men
drag our boys
off to war


Today’s prompt was to write a report poem. My mind immediately went to today’s news. I planned to have a fun day. I woke up to find my seeing-eye glasses nearly broke, and Twitter Moments telling me that Trump launched bombs at Syria last night and no one mentioned it to me, or in my feeds. At least I got a decent night’s sleep. I must be getting old. Instead of insisting we launch bombs and shout down any and every injustice in the world, I was perfectly content to shore up our borders and just sit here quietly, as a country. I knew so many young men who went to Iraqi and Afghanistan and came back with deep scars. I don’t want to do this again, I just don’t.

It’s not cowardice, it’s weariness. I tire of broken men and crying mothers. I tire of the loud noise of anger. I am tired of smelling violence and seeing the shudders of fear. Because war affects us all. And folks, I’m so tired of it all.

PAD Challenge Day 13

grasshopper, metal bird, bird statue


birds search the mowed lawn for insects to eat
it’s easier to search when
someone does half the work

So I was looking through Robert Brewer’s list of forms for poets since he is the prompter for Poem A Day at Writer’s Digest. I found a couple different types of haiku and tanka. They aren’t called that, but basically, people took out some of the rules, or added the acceptable amount of syllables and renamed it. I had thought about trying all of them, but after 5+ years of trying to write haiku correctly, I don’t know if I can do it.

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about insects. Instead of choosing one, I just wrote about them generally. I also wrote a kimo which is an Israeli haiku. The poem focuses on one moment and does not have any rhyming. Haiku need to have fewer than 17 syllables, with the lines being short/long/short. The kimo is a descending poem with 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the next, and then 6 in the last line. It was awkward writing it and that is how I know I don’t want to try the other forms.

PAD Challenge Day 12

remotes and phones on end table


  We’ll Get Together Later
like a Netflix queue, like a Youtube Watch Later list
I’m putting it on hold ’til I’ve got more time
my current favorite is watching my life dissolve 
like scum under cleaner in the bathtub
friends, colleagues, and family disappear
until there’s only a slab of cold indifference left
I have all the time in the world now
to marathon the new show everyone’s talking about
I pushed and worked and ignored
to end up alone with the tv



Maybe this one’s a little rushed but I did what I try to do at least once during National Poetry Writing Month, and that is finish a poem that I have been working on for a year or more. I have been working at this one for well over a year. Today’s prompt for National Poetry Month was to write a lament poem. What do you think? I would really love some feedback on this one.

PAD Challenge Day 11

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This post is for Day 10 and 11. I could NOT think of a poem for a deal, or a poem about no deal. I have decided in 2018 that posting every day is just not for me. I am also not one of those people that can churn out a poem every day. They say you should write every day, but I think “they” are people without children or people who can afford a nanny.

The prompt for Day 11 of National Poetry Month was to write a warning poem. I immediately knew what I wanted the subject to be on, but I couldn’t get my errands done and my brain in writing mode until today. So here is day 11’s poem. It is a Rispetto, the kind with 8 lines and 11 syllables in each line, it is not supposed to have end rhymes but they just kind of appeared. What do you think?


  The End of Time
your grandma told you when you were a child
it’s a story so old she heard it when she
herself was but a child on her dad’s knee
It’s all over but the shouting, so we wait
for when the angels blow that trumpet and shout
we will all rise up and the dead will come out
Jesus came once and is coming back again
when heaven is built, He will call us all home



Basho on Thursday in Full Bloom

in full bloom
may the plum not be touched
by the wind’s hand


Since I am not writing haiku in my PAD Challenge posts, I thought I would keep posting haiku for you all on Thursdays. What do you think of these poems so far? Do you have a favorite Basho poem?

frost on grass,autumn morning,bare trees,