Today’s poem is different from yesterday’s, but not really.
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hearing babies cry
we build a thicker wall
cocooned in ignorance
I feel like I covered two political conversations with one short poem.
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Today is day 6 of National Blog Posting Month. I am doing the Somethingist Challenge and the prompt for today is “something possible.” Making your voice heard is possible! I hope you voted today. I hope you vote in all elections. I hope you send letters to the editor, and go to your town’s council meetings, and to parent-teacher conferences, and I hope that you speak up for the poor and the afflicted whenever and wherever you can.
They have forgotten what their tongues are for.
a flame among smoldering coals
a shout among whispers
everyone in the room stares
wondering why I’m shouting
they’re supposed to be shouting too
they have forgotten
what their tongues are for
not just for eating
not just for spreading rumor and hate
we are supposed to move mountains
love and hold up whole families
with just our tongues
the world grows cold
but I am still aflame
July 10, 2018
waves in the blowing wind
This week’s haiku, last week’s thoughts. The politicians in this country need to realize that all of their constituents hate the way they behave in D.C. They all need to do better.
full snow moon
but still a grassy yard
climate change kills fun
Feb 10 2017
I said that I would share more random haiku with you, so here you go.
Photo from Peace Over Violence Facebook page.
he called her a whore
school official stood quiet
crime of silence
he could have stood up for her
instead he erased emails
I have already mentioned Denim Day in this past post, and I already shared a poem for Sexual Assault Awareness Month, but I wanted to share a poem on Denim Day 2018 as well. So here is a poem from a long time ago. I believe I wrote it the day the verdict was handed down. I hope you wore your jeans today.
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read the news
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.
if I am killed by
an addict or someone
unstable at least
I died while helping others
you can say “at least she tried”
What will be, will be. In case I have a hard time getting my poem for today posted, I wanted to continue with Tanka Tuesday. I did something unusual with this poem, I usually like my line breaks to be clean, but these lines wrap around to the next line. Leave me some comments, I love getting feedback and knowing how my poem affected you.
Teaching My Mouth
it twice to
the mirror because
men never hear you the first time.
This is the poem for Day 3 of the PAD Challenge 2018, is in the Fibonacci form. Since April is also Sexual Assault Awareness Month I wrote this poem with that in mind. Here is another post of mine where you can read about my feelings on sexual assault and abuse.
I participate in the PAD Challenge to celebrate National Poetry Month. Here is the information for National Poetry Month from the Poets.org Website. Please visit it and follow the links to see the other events and ways to celebrate National Poetry Month.
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National Poetry Month each April is the largest literary celebration in the world, with tens of millions of readers, students, K-12 teachers, librarians, booksellers, literary events curators, publishers, bloggers, and, of course, poets marking poetry’s important place in our culture and our lives.
While we celebrate poets and poetry year-round, the Academy of American Poets was inspired by the successful celebrations of Black History Month (February) and Women’s History Month (March), and founded National Poetry Month in April 1996 with an aim to:
free food for those in need
bird feeder half full
Today’s prompt was “chickadee”. So I wrote about when I usually see birds, which is when my mom’s bird feeders have feed in them. Haiku is supposed to represent a moment in time when you see nature and human nature collide.
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the road that tied
defunct railroad tracks
Today’s prompt is railroad ties. Share your haiku poem in the comments.
If you have any questions about how this month is celebrated, ask in the comments!
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he breaks the flower’s back
puts it in the vase he wants it in
dying beauty on display
This is a political poem about domestic violence. October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month so I thought now would be an appropriate time to share it. I know it’s longer than a haiku should be but I liked it and didn’t want to trash it. Tell me your thoughts on this poem below in the comments.