National Haiku Poetry Day

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dead blooms fall
fantasies for the future
shatter soft on stone
  11-1-16

 

I wrote this last year for a #fieryverse prompt on Twitter. I would encourage you to get on Twitter today, as it is #NationalHaikuPoetryDay and #NationalPoetryMonth. There will be a lot of haiku to enjoy if you look at those hashtags. Please leave some love for poets by retweeting their work or at least giving them a like today.

 

Green Smeared Haiku

boy holding mulch

earth-stained hands
green smeared into swirls
does this make me one with the earth

  5-6-2015

 

 

Summer Sunshine

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his face when
we give him a new toy
summer sunshine

  7-1-2015

 

Watching the Clock

Here is one of my longer poems. I will mostly share haiku this month.

over sized clock,clock made of flowers,big clock,

  Watching the Clock

How many hours do we spend watching
the steel hands sweep the face of time?
Praying for them to speed up
then days later wishing they’d slow down.
At some point in time you realize:
Watching the clock makes time go slower.
So you try to stop counting the minutes.
Then you wonder, When did I get crows feet?
When did I start calling the kids
begging them to come over?
Wasn’t it just yesterday
that I was pushing them out the door to play?
When laying in a hospital bed
you would almost swear that the nurses
turn back the clock when you’re not looking.
And the sluggish pace of the hands
are more painful than the IV in your arm.
But if you’re enjoying an Italian dinner
the minutes fly by like wine from a tipped glass.
Sitting in a rocking chair with a baby,
who has been crying for hours,
makes the minutes creep.
You encourage the big hand to touch the 6
so that your husband will be home to help.
When friends are over for a bar-b-que
the hands laugh their way past time to go.
The clock is a bi-polar warden,
and we are at his mercy.

Hot Haiku

does he have mine
or is it his dad’s temper
nuclear family

February 2015

 

This picture is proof that I can do Pinterest projects and that Facebook is not a total waste of time. Do you ever argue with your spouse about where your child gets certain traits? Sometimes my husband and I can’t decide who he gets his characteristics from because my husband and I have similar temperaments. 

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Missouri Haiku

nesting bird,redbreasted robin,mother bird,springtime,

bird’s chirp alarm’s ring

the sound of Missouri Spring

strong wind and hard rain

 
I live in Missouri and I am in Tornado Alley. This poem was written in the spring of 2015.

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

 

 

Weak Tea

coffee mug,spoon in mug,b&w photography,

weak tea
for a weak stomach
anxiety attack

Summer 2014

 

 

Beauty Tanka

craters on the moon,full moon,super moon,

  Beauty
her beautiful face
transfixed by the white glow
as if she’s perfect
but the moon has pot marks too
no woman is perfect
  February 17, 2017

 

I wrote this during National Haiku Writing Month this year.

 

Party Haiku

the bee navigates
through the many flowers
which party to attend

 2015

 

Remember to plant flowers that bees like to eat!

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Haiku for National Poetry Month

Current status: Looking for my muse.

Hey Everyone! Sorry I have been absent this last week. Thank you to those of you who followed me in spite of my lack of posts last month. I am going to try to make up for it. I am going to try to post a poem every weekday this month. I will post haiku but I will also post longer forms of poetry. I am planning on posting some older poems. I may not always write a comment with the poem, I may just post the poem. I haven’t written much yet this year, which is concerning considering that we are four months through the year. But I think this summer is going to be great and I’ll find time for writing. My muse must be wearing camouflage and hiding amongst my budding flowers.

just blades of grass
daffodils with no blooms
my mouth no words

5-6-2015

daffodils coming up

Cobwebs on My Soul

Cobwebs On My Soul

As I clean here in this quiet house,

I pray to the Lord:

“Lord please knock the dust off of my heart.

help me to be passionate again,

to speak for the hurting souls

who cannot speak for themselves.

Clean the cobwebs off of my soul

and give me a purpose.”