Denim Day 2018

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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.


PAD Challenge Day 19

  Loose Thread


don’t pull that
leave it be
it is fine


pulling on
loose threads will
reveal all


and we are
without flaws
stop pulling


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So I fell behind and catching up is going to be hard, but I am going to try. After I eat some lunch I will try to post my other poems. Sorry I missed posting a haiku yesterday – I did post a tanka today. Go to the Home page, or the Tanka category to see it.

Forgotten Tanka on Tanka Tuesday

field,farmland,farm,midwest america,autumn,fall,autumn colors, 


   Autumn Colors
the season of dying
everyone’s favorite time
they like the colors
but forget the lesson
die to be born again
  September 6, 2017


So I had saved this little poem about me wondering why people think the way that they do, and I forgot to save it to my master file of tanka and haiku. But I found it!
What do you think?


Basho’s Regret

Basho’s 27th poem can be interpreted in 2 ways. I wonder what he really meant? I wonder if it’s hard to tell exactly which words he meant to use, as haiku are supposed to have 2 or more meanings to them. Leave me your thoughts below.

flower buds
it’s my regret I can’t open
my bag of poems
flower buds
sadly spring winds cannot open
a poem bag


PAD Challenge Day 18

moon through the clouds,foggy,seeing the moon through the trees,

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Inner Battle
the temptation to quit is always
there nagging at us, telling us
that we don’t really need to
stop this deadly habit
of over-eating
we don’t need to 
just give

Today’s prompt was to write about temptation. As you know, I do not like writing exactly what I know everyone else is going to write for a prompt. So I choose not to write about what normally comes to mind when one hears the word “temptation” and instead wrote about the kind of temptation that we give into all too often. Overeating and not exercising. This poem is a nonet. Have you been writing poetry this month?

Tanka Tuesday Domesticated

rose's thorn, rose thorn 
raspberry bush
along with the red red rose
the only plants
that while domesticated
still feel the need for thorns
Have you ever realized that roses are the only “flower” that have thorns? They are probably the most popular flower in the world and they naturally have thorns. Why do we love what hurts us?

PAD Challenge Day 17

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rose blooming,rose bud unfolding,red rose bloom,

Today we are supposed to write either a love poem or an anti-love poem. Anti-love is what I do all of the time so I thought it would be a real challenge if I wrote a love poem. But I decided to do both! I wrote an anti-love poem to get it out of my system, and then I wrote another love poem for my husband. Here are a haiku and a mirror poem, more correctly called a palindrome. It can be a tough form to write for but I wrote this one in five minutes. What do you think?

roses that won’t bloom
there was water, soil, and sunlight
but nothing grew

The rules for writing a palindrome are: 1. You must use the same words in the first half of the poem as the second half, but 2. reverse the order for the second half, and 3. use a word in the middle as a bridge from the first half to the second half of the poem.

  My Love
mine love
like red rose
it for you, bloomed
no wondering or wandering
wandering or wondering, no
bloomed, you for it
rose red, like love


PAD Challenge day 16

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of the whole world you
are my other shoe
very soon I knew
you would take me through
we did not need glue
we are never blue


Today we had to write about our favorite something. Since I had said I would write love poetry this month, I wrote this for my groom. We have amazing chemistry and have never doubted that we are supposed to be together. So here’s a happy little fun poem about that for national poetry writing day 16.


Haiku up the Mountain

the mountain I thought
I could never climb up
my old pair of jeans fit


I wrote this poem at the beginning of the year for an #inkMine prompt. I have lost 22 pounds on the Ketogenic Diet. I am going off of it for the summer. I will go back on it when I send the boys off to school in August because I am not down to the weight where I want to be, but I am in shape and healthier than I have been in 3+ years.

dusk,sun setting,pink sky,orange sky, cloudy sunset,

PAD Challenge Day 15

shut door,front door,back door,door with the blinds shut,

  I am the Door

I am the tall wooden front door

you must pass through me to explore

the people inside

dirty shoes can’t hide

you’ve been eyed

off my floor

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Today’s prompt was to write a metaphor poem. I used a welsh form called clogyrnach. It is a 6 line stanza with an ab rhyme scheme. It is about how the mom is often the door to the family and we have to be careful about who we let in. 

PAD Challenge Day 14

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  Twitter News

wanting a
lazy day
waking up

open phone
read the news
feel panic

boasting men
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.

PAD Challenge Day 13

grasshopper, metal bird, bird statue


birds search the mowed lawn for insects to eat
it’s easier to search when
someone does half the work

So I was looking through Robert Brewer’s list of forms for poets since he is the prompter for Poem A Day at Writer’s Digest. I found a couple different types of haiku and tanka. They aren’t called that, but basically, people took out some of the rules, or added the acceptable amount of syllables and renamed it. I had thought about trying all of them, but after 5+ years of trying to write haiku correctly, I don’t know if I can do it.

Today’s prompt was to write a poem about insects. Instead of choosing one, I just wrote about them generally. I also wrote a kimo which is an Israeli haiku. The poem focuses on one moment and does not have any rhyming. Haiku need to have fewer than 17 syllables, with the lines being short/long/short. The kimo is a descending poem with 10 syllables in the first line, 7 in the next, and then 6 in the last line. It was awkward writing it and that is how I know I don’t want to try the other forms.