Metal Tree installation at Nelson-Atkins Art Museum.
oil and plastic
things that choke the turtles
I wrote this 6 months ago for a prompt for #RavensVeil on Twitter. I don’t mention it a lot, but I really do love animals. I do love nature and I do worry about our environment in the USA. I just don’t know what to do about it. Everyone who is 40 and younger has heard about recycling and knows that we need to take care of our land and water; we’ve been told this over and over and over. I guess they just think that their one piece of trash won’t matter. The problem is there are a million people who think that, and that is why we are where we are.
making it fun, enjoying the exercise
I’m putting away the scale
outside, tasting the wind
This poem is also a Kimo. To find out how it is different from Japanese haiku, see yesterday’s post. Also, don’t forget that I have a whole page devoted to poetry definitions. I have defined every poem that I have shared here, plus a few others.
I didn’t get any comments on yesterday’s post, but I got an uptick in views. Views always die after a month-long challenge, but since they were up again yesterday, seemingly in response to yesterday’s poem, I decided to share this other Israeli haiku. Please remember to leave me and other bloggers comments. Most of us want interaction with our readers.
So I made myself start writing again because I had barely written 100 poems this year. When you write three-line poems, 100 of them isn’t very many. So I looked for some prompts on Pinterest and found a couple of good lists. I realized that I can use any kind of prompt for my writing; it doesn’t have to be a “poetry” prompt. So I am pinning lists of drawing, doodling, and art journal prompts, and I will try to write at least 100 poems a year from here on out. Sometimes when I get on a writing kick, like I did on Monday night, I can write 10 at one time. Especially when things are intense. I may write 3 poems on 1 situation.
This is an Israeli haiku, which is called a Kimo. I discovered it this year while doing the PAD Challenge. I was trying to fit this thought into a haiku and was having trouble getting the lines right when I remembered the Kimo. Its syllable count is 10/7/6. I think I like this poem, even though I had said it was awkward to do, I wrote two on Monday the 26th.
I keep trying to make myself fit into these boxes with lists of rules, then I get mad at the lists and leave the box. What do you guys think about all of that? Do you want to see the other one tomorrow?
accepting every freckle on my skin
learning to accept my tribe
many birds at the feeder
November 26, 2018
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
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.
letting him decorate the tree
winter geese think
our hardest months are easy
January 27, 2018
Today’s prompt was “something far” so I am sharing a winter haiku a little bit early.
I have learned that getting up in the morning and randomly posting every day is not for me. I much much prefer to take a day like Monday and write out 5 or so posts when I have some alone time. Then I can take my time looking for a photo, and play with the formatting. When I like how they look in the preview, then I schedule them for a day that feels right. This process may take 3 days or 30 minutes per post.
I think I need to go back to setting dates on my calendar where I sit down and write at least 3 posts every week, for the next week. That is what I like about these challenge months that I sometimes do; they remind me of what I like about blogging and what methods work best for me. What do you think of my blogging this month? Leave me a comment.
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Today I am playing catch up. I am posting a haiku for Day 18 of NaBloPoMo. The theme for yesterday is “something obvious.” It is obvious that the person celebrating their birthday is aging, but sometimes it surprises us when everyone else has too.
birthday cake frosting
all the beards in the room are white
another year gone
May 6, 2018
I am posting one of my free verse poems for today. The Somethingist prompt for today is “something celebratory.” I am thankful that God gave me the gift of writing and that He occasionally gives me poems to write.
Thank you God for this gift.
Thank you for allowing little me,
to build a bridge where there had been a rift.
The soothing words do not come from me,
I’m not always that wise.
Because of You the poems be.
Thank you for making me a cistern.
I prayed for you to use me,
and now it’s my turn.
I am the vessel to pour out.
The precious jar of ointment.
Your gracious name I shout!
I give the honor and glory to Jesus.
I am but the pen,
writing the word that pleases…
The prompt’s for last weekend’s Somethingist challenge were:
10. Something fragile
11. Something temporary
12. Something surprising
Today is Day 12. I thought I would share one of my haiku with you since that is normally what I share on Mondays. Life is fragile and fleeting. You are usually surprised to find yourself at a memorial service, even though they are often planned and talked about for a week beforehand. Sunsets, even though we get them every day, are temporary.
the glow of a day gone
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
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.
hawthorn tree hotel
the bird comes and goes despite
thorns meant to deter
So this is technically a spring poem, but we’ll pretend it’s a fall poem and post it today. It is a proper haiku. Do you write poems for the seasons?
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!
stalks of dead flowers
clutter the flowerbed
stack of old books
May 24, 2018
Fall is here. Plants are beginning to die and plants and animals are going into hibernation mode. It’s funny, people hate change and fear death, but everyone says Autumn is their favorite season. I wish people would take a lesson from their favorite season and not be afraid of letting go. Change is healthy, embrace it.