shopping for the month passing jars of pickled things thinking of grandpa
Remember, if haiku isn’t your thing I have several other kinds of poems that I write and share to this blog. Use the category list to look at my other poems. Just click the name of something that interests you.
Hey all, it’s that time of year again! Time for the shortest poetry in the shortest month. I will keep posting Basho on Thursdays, but I don’t know if I will do flash fiction on Fridays. My schedule is good but full right now. And even though these are 3 line poems, it is hard to write a GOOD one every day.
I will write short posts after this. Some days I may post my haiku for the day and nothing else. If I feel like it, I may post some insight to my poem and tell you how I think it fits the prompt, or why I wrote it. I may just let them stand alone and see how many people like them with no background information. I will try to use a different picture every day, although I may end up using pictures I’ve used on this blog before.
I usually take some time during National Haiku Writing Month to explain the rules of haiku and how to write this form of poetry, but this year I am just going to direct you to my page of explanation for those of you who want to know all of the details. You can see my posts on past years if you want more tidbits of information.
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stringing the lights changing the tablecloth squirrels lining old nests
How does your house change for the winter or Christmas season? I do a little decorating in my kitchen and dining room area, but the rest of the house stays the same. Until Christmas. Then there are lights and ornaments, and stuffed animals, and all kinds of pretty things that get brought out for the month of December. I wasn’t able to understand why people hated to decorate for Christmas and complained about having to put it all back up.
Then I found out that some people only decorate a day or two before, then they take the tree and all of the lights back down the day after Christmas! That’s a lot of work to only have it up for two or three days! We put up our tree and our lights on Black Friday in November (instead of shopping) and then our tree stays up until almost New Year’s Eve. Some years I don’t get the tree broken down until the second of January. Why do all of that work and not enjoy it? If I leave it up the whole month of December, people can see it when they drop by.
When do you put up your tree (if you decorate for Christmas) and when do you take it down?
It has been a year since an emergency room doctor found a mass on my mother’s lung, and it has been almost 12 months since my mom had the lower lobe of her right lung removed and the cancer along with it. She did maintenance doses of chemo and handled it really well. I am so glad that part of our life is over. She was pronounced in remission at her 6-month check-up. She is not really “cancer free” by medical standards until 5 years worth of tests come back negative, but we call her cancer free. I prayed that she would not lose her hair during her treatments and she did not. She did stop coloring it because it was getting too tedious to do so. I think she still looks gorgeous.
leaves fall from the tree mom stops coloring her hair snow on bare branches 11-26-18
Some of these prompts have been tricky, but that’s okay because I shared pieces that I would not normally share. Today’s prompt is “something near” so I chose a haiku poem that I wrote just yesterday. It is unique because it is also a shape poem. I had wanted to write more this month, so last night I made some time and wrote some haiku.
holiday season letting him decorate the tree stair stepping down
Today’s prompt from the Somethingist Challenge was “something healing” so I thought I would share a poem that I wrote recently. I haven’t been ill very much this year. I am exercising and doing well. My family, however, is keeping me on my toes. My son is doing much better than he was two years ago. He has only been getting sick with common colds about twice a year which is actually really good for a kid.
I wrote this when I was pregnant. I wrote several “mom poems” when I was pregnant. I hope to one day put them in a book.
I hope those of you who are American are enjoying your family today on Thanksgiving. Day 22 for the Somethingist Challenge was to be about “something lucky” but I don’t really believe in luck. God will bless me a little or a lot, but luck doesn’t have anything to do with it.
Let me be blessed Let me be round with joy Send your spirit and let me be fruitful Let my house be full of noise Of commotion and chaos Toys, laughter, and clothes Bless me with long nights Filled with teddy bears and one more story Let the fevers be few and the hugs many Let help be near and fear far away Give us patience to handle the blessings Bless us greatly dear Lord
Today’s prompt for the Somethingist challenge was “something damaged.” To keep myself from burning out, some days I am just going to post a poem instead of a long post. Also, I already posted a short and sweet haiku, so if you’re looking for short and sweet go to the haiku category! If you want cute pictures visit my Instagram.
The wax runs down the candlestick and pools in its holder. It is burning bright, bringing light to the whole house. It is hot from working so hard and that is why it melts, because it is putting its whole self into the work that it is doing. The candle gives pieces of itself away thinking that if it starts to lean that someone else will come along and give it some support. But much to the candle’s dismay, no one shows up when it starts to lean. The candle droops over, then breaks, and falls to the table. It is hurt and surprised that no one was there, or cared to check on it. So out of spite, it sets the tablecloth on fire.
This is my son about 4 or so years ago. He is barely bigger than the stack of pumpkins!
dot dot dot a labor of love mom’s tattoo 6-16-18
My friend was discussing tattoos with me I got to thinking about how tattoos are actually hundreds of little dots. She wanted dots in her tattoo for her daughter. I am sharing simple haiku this week. I think haiku can be fun and simple sometimes, it doesn’t always have to be super profound.
family snowed in not opening the door keeps the warmth in January 13, 2018
I am proud to say that I have been able to post to my blog every week since my Blog Anniversary. It has not been easy. My husband became ill right after that. I have been sick with the common cold twice since then, and our son caught a cold in August as well. I think it was a welcome back to school gift, new germs from new friends. But my husband has been having pains in his abdomen that will not go away. He has been to 3 different doctors and will get scheduled today to see a specialist. All I want is 6 months of regular life. No big crazy events or illnesses, but maybe you don’t get 6 nice months of life after you turn 30. But, I will say that we have gotten a lot of time together, my husband and son and I. We have spent a lot of days home together reading out loud, watching new movies, and favorite old television shows. Our son is doing very well in his school classroom and in his Wednesday Night class at church. I have been able to read a lot of books, I am about to break my record of books read in one year so there’s that.
Today’s poem was inspired by a #microprompt from Twitter. I mostly retweet on Twitter these days but you should follow me anyway!
Surer in Their Step a woman’s body is heavier than a girl’s it is wider and takes up more space so that it can protect better a woman’s body becomes a castle wall after a few months of motherhood rib bones spread like iron bars to keep in the precious and lock out the marauding hordes her feet may move slower but they are surer in their step 7-16-2015
I wrote this back in 2015 but I am still not sure I like it. What do you think? Did you connect to it, did it move you?