bird flies to and fro
taking care of her nest
I walk in circles
Today’s prompt was to use the word “to” in our poem. What do you think about my haiku? Don’t forget to go check out others by following the nahaiwrimo hashtag.
Today’s prompt is “nature” but something unique to your region. I tried and tried to think of something but couldn’t think of anything that was worthy of a haiku. So I wrote about my family picking fresh produce in our own gardens and how many of us are redheads.
Just in case I get too busy today to post a haiku, I will post a haiku that I wrote in February 2015. But do check back for new haiku poem tonight. I wrote this while going to see my best friend’s baby.
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call him early
or call me incompetent
we were in God’s hands
I have been reluctant to share this one because I am not sure what to write with it. I guess since I believe 3 line poems are powerful enough to stand on their own, you don’t need an explanation. I will say that my baby boy was born at 37 weeks, and was just days past being “premature.” Statistics say this is why he is slightly asthmatic.
This year and has been long and hard, but I have enjoyed it pieces of it. I have had my husband and son beside me the whole time and we enjoy each other every day. That is why I have made it through; because I have their love. These pictures are of the blood moon eclipse that happened in September 2016.
I wrote this for a #MSpoetry prompt on Twitter last year. I knew of families who had lost children, and families going through divorces last winter. I made Christmas and traditions a priority last year, and I will this year as well. They are only little for so long.
This was written for a National Haiku Writing Month prompt on Facebook. I don’t know why I haven’t shared it yet.
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This is a psalm written by me.
Writing to keep the demons away,
writing to keep my fears at bay.
How silly it looks written down,
why am I wearing this frown?
Worry paves a path across my forehead.
My mind fills with dread.
Pacing in the kitchen I pray:
“Healthy and happy, let us all stay.”
So many things to wash, no time to sit still.
To forget about this I do not have the will.
So I pick up The Good Book for comfort
where He talks about all kinds of hurt.
God is there in Heaven above
with mercy He sends down His great love.
A sigh of relief slips past my lips.
I have found some good coping tips.
He will not give us more than we can carry,
but tonight the future is scary.
One day there will be no more tears
with this I silence my fears.
Sitting here I pray for the easy path,
praying to escape the wrath
of whatever demon lies beyond my door.
The battle will make me love God more.
Give me a sword God, give me a shield,
help me to make it across this field.
This post linked to dVerse on 12-13-2016. Click here to see the other poets’ work.
the lesson of shoe strings
my kit growing up
This was written after I found Botaiku prompt 470 on Twitter.
I used to try to always post my haiku in the season that I wrote them, or in the season they were written. But now I am just sharing them as time allows. The picture is from August of 2016, when we went back to Sea*Life and G got to meet Captain Barnacles and he became an honary Octonaut.
This was also written for a botiaku prompt and was first posted on Twitter. On October 4th my Great Aunt Rita passed away; this was written for her.
I am ripped open
But it’s weeks
Before I realize
My mind has been
Ripped open too.
Diapers and bottles
Keep me rushing about
But after I have
Some time to reflect
I realize how different
Not just the house
Not just my routines
My reaction to movies
I’ve seen a dozen times
To crying children
To grown men
Going to jail for life
Nothing is simple anymore
And I can see
The child in every person
I can see mistakes
It’s as if the scales
Have fallen from