Haiku with a Sharp Chirp

walking down a path
sharp chirp of the chickadee
I see the warning signs



I have been focusing on my mental health, and I think I’ve got myself to a really good place. Now I need to focus on my body. I need to lose weight and I need to build up the muscles that I have. I am seeing signs that neglecting my health was a bad idea.

bird on sidewalk

city bird


Non-Scale Victories

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.

leaves in an empty lot

PAD Challenge Day 18

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

poetry month photo for public use

photo curtesy of Poets.org


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?

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,

Expanding Pain

clouds in a line,thin clouds,little clouds,cloud,partly cloudy,

  Expanding Pain
It is amazing
The lengths to which
The body can expand
To hold pain and poison
If a regular person
Were to be given 55 pills
Of Oxy or another opioid
They would die immediately
But if a person works at it
Slowly ingesting more and more
Hating themselves every day
They can build up
To that level of tolerance
Hate can take you far
Down dark paths
The question becomes
Can you get back



I started to write this almost 5 years ago. I decided to finish it this year because the opioid crisis has gotten worse instead of better.  I was afraid that it didn’t sound like a poem but was more like prose. What do you think? Is it prose, just thoughts, or can it be a poem? Read these definitions and tell me what you think.

Prose: Any material that is not written in a regular meter like poetry. Many modern genres such as short stories, novels, letters, essays, and treatises are typically written in prose.

Sonnet: English (or Shakespearean) sonnets are lyric poems that are 14 lines long falling into three coordinate quatrains and a concluding couplet.

Free Verse: Free Verse is an irregular form of poetry in which the content-free of traditional rules of versification, (freedom from fixed meter or rhyme). In moving from line to line, the poet’s main consideration is where to insert line breaks. Some ways of doing this include breaking the line where there is a natural pause or at a point of suspense for the reader.

Blank Verse: Blank Verse is Poetry that is written in unrhymed iambic pentameter. Blank verse is often unobtrusive and the iambic pentameter form often resembles the rhythms of ordinary speech. William Shakespeare wrote most of his plays in blank verse.

New Summer Old Goals

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?


Incompetent Haiku

call him early
or call me incompetent
we were in God’s hands


I have been reluctant to share this one because I am not sure what to write with it. I guess since I believe 3 line poems are powerful enough to stand on their own, you don’t need an explanation. I will say that my baby boy was born at 37 weeks, and was just days past being “premature.” Statistics say this is why he is slightly asthmatic.

baby holding his feet

Dear Lord it’s Wednesday.

pills and glass of water

istock photo-insomnia

 Dear Lord 1

Dear Lord ease this pain

Don’t leave me to be slain

I need you Lord, I need you now

Doctors, I need you anyhow

Forget the meds, forget the scripts

Please keep me from the crypts

I know you can, I know you will

Slowly I swallow this pill



I find it easier to get through the week if I pray, read The Bible, read quotes and posts from other Christians, and do a devotion in the morning.

What spiritual habits help you get through the week?

New Series starting today!

“Acrostic Fridays” are now going to be “Wandering Wednesdays”.

I will now be posting on Wednesdays instead of Fridays. While I plan to post a lot of my religious poems, I will post others that really don’t have a category. I have quite a few poems that are short and irregular and have been rejected more than once- they are going to be making their way onto this blog.

To make sure you don’t miss a poem, click the Sign me up! button on the right hand side.

“Wandering Wednesday” will not have its own category, each poem will be put into the appropriate existing category.


Makings of a Story


Run your hand, down my spine

Feel the break, in the line

Feel the scar, see the glare

Be disgusted, I don’t care

Know the story, know the truth

Something sprang, from this root

It was not by chance, it was not mistake

For a reason I do ache

Twisted in fashion, I am broke

Where there is fire, there is smoke

A story of love I have to tell

With pride, my heart does swell

He loves me and made me so

With a story I now go

What do you think? Give me some feedback! 🙂

Acrostic Friday #3

My Favorite Doctor


Can you see me today?

Here’s my Insurance card.

I am at a 9, please help!

Right there, that’s the sorest.

Over, I flip to my back.

Pop, my vertebrae move.

Right side is next.

Alright, I am feeling better.

Can I see you next week?

Thanks so much!

Other doctors didn’t help me.

Relief is so sweet.

Have you ever tried to write an Acrostic poem?
What kinds of poetry have you written?

My bones call to me.

so tired

my bones call to me

stop moving

snow on the deck, snow in flower pot, snow in planter, dead middle of winter

As winter approaches, I know many of you actually “feel” it.  And not in a “I’m so spiritual and in tune with nature” way either.  Your joints are stiffening and your bones are cracking and hurting.  I feel for you, I have back problems myself.  I do not have arthritis, and I cannot feel it when the pressure or temperature drops, but I know some of you can.  Here is a poem written about those feelings.


Another Day in the School of Pain

I wish my body didn’t fail so often

I wish I could get through the day

Without sharp twinges in my back

With no reminder of my imperfections

The headaches make it hard to concentrate

The pain coursing down my spinal cord

Makes me doubly annoyed at everything

It is hard to find joy on days like this

Accommodate the pain and learn

As our learning time here is short

There are so many lessons in The Pain

This is what God is trying to tell us

Like it or not mountains crumble down

Death is another lesson to be learned

Mind numbing pain teaches us to be grateful

For we are becoming better in mind

If not in body

©Symanntha Renn