a quilt from mom
mother rabbit pulls her fur
out to line the nest
Today’s prompt was “wrapped in a quilt, watching a meteor shower” which is a lot of concrete images. I tried to capture the warmth that comes from a moment like that. A haiku is supposed to reference nature; if there is no element of nature the poem is a senryu.
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the ground freezes
but my baby never has
he grows to a boy
nothing can hold him still
propelled by winds of change
Sometimes it is crazy how fast they grow. Here is a tanka that I forgot I wrote. I go through my poetry at the beginning of the year and get it all organized and put into Word Documents and on my Evernote account so that I don’t lose any of it. Do you do that as a writer or poet?
traces of the
baby you used to be
when I hold you
I could have sworn that I already posted this haiku to the blog, but I can’t find it when I search for it, so maybe not. I know that I posted it on Twitter the night that I wrote it. I am going to try to post a haiku every day this week to make up for being away lately. The more you hit Like and Share the more motivated I am!
exquisite night for
a walk through the neighborhood
new summer old goals
I wrote this for #haikuchallenge on Twitter. I wrote it in Spring, but I am posting it on the first day of Summer. Do you have any old or new goals for the summer?
the dog nurses
a pup that is not hers
February 14, 2017
I wrote this during National Haiku Writing Month, but didn’t feel like sharing it on Valentine’s Day. There are many different kinds of love.
Here is one of my longer poems. I will mostly share haiku this month.
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.
fractured candy cane
hearing of broken families
tight Christmas hug
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.
bling for his
I have bought three alert bracelets so far in my life. They were for other people. What kind of gifts do you give? I often give people books.
walking the block to
see which bike fits the boy best
Guided home by the
lightning bugs, North Star follows
the moon, husband follows son
Well, dear readers, this is the last Tanka Tuesday that I will do for a while. I have run out of Tanka. Sorry that I skipped last Tuesday. That was a hard day at work and I just completely forgot to post anything. I will share new Tanka as I write it, I might entitle the post “Tanka Tuesday” or I might not.
Would you like me to label it Tanka Tuesday so that you will know when I post my next one?
crackers with soup
warmth on a cold winter’s night
Be sure to stop by the Facebook page where most of us haiku poets meet to get a prompt and share our work. There are a lot of really good and unique poems on that page. Today’s prompt was “zwieback” which is a type of hard cracker or bread. I will eat soup year ’round but some people only like soup when it’s cold. How about you?