Candle Haiku

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strength drips out of me
my last candle burning
at both ends
    1-18-2017

 

I wrote this haiku for a #writtenriver prompt on Twitter. I am excited to see what this week will bring. It has been a trying year so far, but it may be about to turn around.

Haiku Kiss

he floats closer
man of war seeking love
with a kiss that stings

I wrote this on May 28th, 2014 which was my son’s birthday. We took him to SeaLife for the first time and he loved it. It is one of the rare times I was able to write poetry on a happy day. Although, of course, the poem is not exactly a happy one. It was inspired by one of the most poisonous jellyfish known to man. (I don’t think those are the kind that are in the exhibit behind him.)

jellyfish, little jellies,

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,

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

 

 

Senryu in the Flesh

she is digitized
she is not real flesh and blood
it’s not cheating

4-9-2015

 

I wanted to share one of my more edgy haiku. I like to write senryu and other poems that are about modern situations when I can. Once again I hesitated to share a haiku for fear it would be taken the wrong way. My husband has never cheated on me, and I’ve never cheated on him, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to write about cheating. It doesn’t mean that I don’t see the effects that cheating has on people that I know.

Unstable Senryu

rose in window sill,single bud,rose bud,flowers in winter,rose against snow,

 the chemicals

in my brain unstable

nuclear winter

 

 

I wrote this during National Haiku Writing Month. but I don’t think that I shared it.

Will you be writing haiku during February this year?? I think I will try to write a post one every day. I may do so without comments to make it easier on myself this year. Instead of giving you all kinds of links and explanations I will just post my haiku. If you want to figure out what I am doing there are tons of posts on my blog like this one to explain it fully.

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. 

Delayed Reaction

frost on leaf,dandelion,autumn

Frozen Wishes

This poem is about the day that we brought my grandfather home to die. He died about 3 months after we brought him home. He died 10 years after my mom’s mother died, 10 years later on the exact day. September is such a bad month for my family.

  Delayed Reaction

Standing in the elevator my ears close
They curl up and refuse to hear anymore
My eyes begin to dim like a bad bulb
Because they don’t want to see
I grab the bar to keep myself standing
I have to walk out of this hospital
We have to go home and get ready
He has one weekend left
The man who faced down Nazis
Who kept the Germans from
Breaking through the Bulge
Cannot keep his body from malfunctioning
He has fought off heart attacks
So now his brain is having strokes
The small attacks are beating him down
They have paralyzed his legs and one arm
He drove a tank over The Alps
and across the Rhine to free people
Now he drives a wheelchair across the kitchen
My aunt is trying to talk to me
But I’m not really hearing the words
The moment did not knock me down
Or throw me over oblivion’s edge
Instead it is slowly dragging me to the floor
Is my blood sugar low
No my realization is high
Death is standing in the shadows
Of my grandfather’s hospital room
We make Boston Cream Pie as we wait
For the ambulance to bring him home
Because diabetes has finally won
And he can have sugared strawberries

Pain is my Mistress

Pain is my Mistress

When I don’t make it to your party it’s because I’m with her
I lay with her for far too long refusing to move
Life passes me by and I miss it as I spend time focusing on her
I know I’m not supposed to talk about her
She’s supposed to be
Hidden amoung my contacts as Joe’s Pizza
She’s supposed to be quieted with a pill
Love, tea, and kisses are supposed to suppress her
Make her embarrassed to be in the neighborhood
But she is a haughty thing
and insists on leaving her lipstick
On my face, on my back, on my legs, my wrists
She insists on being in pictures with me
She insists on meeting my child
And flirting with my husband
Sometimes even stealing him away for the night
She is beautiful and she teaches me things
That no other lover could
She is wisdom and prophesy
She scratches her nails down my back
But I’m wearing a shirt so you can’t see
Can’t see the scars, the ache
But pain is my mistress
Can’t you smell her perfume in the air
Can’t you hear her cackling laughter
Rolling through your ears
The way electricity rolls through a bug zapper
Do you feel the brush of her skirt
Or the slap from her hand across your mouth
As you try to eat, try to stand, try to walk
She is a hard mistress and not one to be ignored
 
©Symmantha Renn
 
I think that pain has secret meetings with a lot of the people that you know.

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No Blossom

moonflower plant,full bloom,blossoms,moonflowers at night time,

no blossom
on the moonflower vine
all is darkness
6-2-15

So things continue to be crazy. We are now 8 months into the year, and I cannot wait for December to get here. I made it 29 years without breaking a bone, but I broke one on the 10th. I broke my pinky toe.

And I know what most of you are thinking: It’s just a toe and the doctors can’t do anything for you. Just wear your flip-flops until you feel better.

Well, if you know about my foot and leg, you might realize that it is not that easy. And yes, it was the toe on my left foot. The foot on which I have had surgery. If you have not read through my testimony page, I will try to sum it up for you. I am missing some muscles in my left foot and my left leg. My left leg is also 1/4 inch shorter than my right left, so I have to insert a rubber lift into my left shoe. That shoe cannot be a high heel because I don’t really have an ankle so I can’t keep shoes like that on my feet. I also have limited movement in that ankle/foot. When the doctors cut the foot to move a large muscle, those cuts severed some nerves. The top of my foot in front of my toes, and the tops of my toes are numb. But they still have some feeling! Although I almost walk in a normal fashion (which was the point of the surgery) I cannot flex my toes up, and my left foot doesn’t flex all the way up.

I cannot wear flip-flops or any open shoe because the lift falls out, and shoes like that usually fall off of my left foot. Then my back works itself out-of-place and puts me in pain. Even though I wear my lift in appropriate shoes (sneakers) 95% of the time, my back still works itself out-of-place. Then the domino effect happens: my rib heads twist and my pelvic bones twist, and after they are all inflamed, my neck vertebrae will work themselves out-of-place and give me major headaches. I do Pilates and stretches in an effort to keep my muscles strong and everything in place, but I still have problems.

Anyway, I managed to break my pinky toe by stubbing it on the wheel of a roll-y chair. I was home sick from work, with a fever. So I took some cold medicine that always makes me nauseous and dizzy. I figured since I was going to be home, it was okay to feel that yucky. I got up to walk back to my bedroom for a ponytail holder, and as I was walking past the computer chair to step into the hallway, I hit my toe on the chair. Also, the day before I had to have blood drawn for a test so I was extra weak from that. Yeah, it’s been a fantastic week.

This occasion was all the more ludicrous because the 10th of August marked the 11th year of my husband and I being together. Our Wedding Anniversary is in July, but we have now been “together” for 11 years. I spent the day in bed, and my husband spent the day entertaining our son in the living room and bringing me stuff. I promised him that next year would be better.

Today is the 5th Anniversary of me blogging. I promise to try to do better next year. Stick with me and we’ll see how I do.

The Other Side of Midnight

neosho street flowers,springtime,
  The Other Side of Midnight
I keep looking at the sun
Because I’m confused
It feels like it’s still midnight
And everything is frozen
And the world isn’t moving
But people are moving and the sun is shining
It’s the other side of midnight
Where the clouds look like cotton
And everything is shiny
But I feel like it’s 2am and nothing
Good happens after 2am because
Everyone is tired and their ability
To make sound decisions is gone
Everyone is supposed to be still
Only the animals should be out of bed
Yet here we are up and walking around
As if there are things we can accomplish
By simply being outside
But just being here isn’t enough
I am present all day long and yet
Nothing good transpires
Forcing a smile does not make the sun shine
Rainbows will not cross the sky and sparkle
It’s the other side of Midnight
things are still going horribly wrong
  April 2015
I wrote this after coming across a MadVerse prompt on Twitter. The prompts on Twitter are usually meant to inspire you to write short poetry. But I went long with “the other side of midnight.”

Haiku with Bling

CPAP mask on pillow

bling for his
birthday present
alert bracelet

I have bought three alert bracelets so far in my life. They were for other people. What kind of gifts do you give? I often give people books.