Haiku Kiss

he floats closer
man of war seeking love
with a kiss that stings

I wrote this on May 28th, 2014 which was my son’s birthday. We took him to SeaLife for the first time and he loved it. It is one of the rare times I was able to write poetry on a happy day. Although, of course, the poem is not exactly a happy one. It was inspired by one of the most poisonous jellyfish known to man. (I don’t think those are the kind that are in the exhibit behind him.)

jellyfish, little jellies,

Love Exemplified

the dog nurses
a pup that is not hers
love exemplified

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.

rose blooming,rose bud unfolding,red rose bloom,

Happy Holidays from Failing at Haiku!

failing at haiku banner

green fake tree inside
fake snow, fake lights, but real love
Christmas at our house
  12-3-15

 

I hope you are enjoying the holidays. I do think it is fine to say “Happy Holidays” to people for two reasons:

1. You don’t know what holidays strangers celebrate.

   The person that you’re speaking to, may be Jewish, or agnostic, and may celebrate holidays that are near Christmas, or not celebrate at all. Why offend someone, or push them further away from a great holiday and a great God? Be thoughtful. If you are trying to represent your religion, and you come off looking like a jerk, you’ve made everyone that practices your religion look like a jerk.

2. We’re still in between holidays.

   The Holiday Season is not just about Christmas. There is a holiday every month, but January, from October to February which equals over 5 holidays. In case I might not see someone for the next three months, and I like to wish them “Happy Holidays” as in I hope that all of their holidays, from Halloween to Valentine’s Day, are happy. This does not take away from Christmas. It makes me a nice person.

FF | The Last Resort

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group, you can join in! We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 108 words. I almost left it at 119, but decided to at least try to cut it down.

medley of things,a collection,

PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller

The Last Resort

Suzette stood in front of the witch’s shelf. The witch was stirring a soup pot. She had told Suzette to pick an item that tugged at her heart. When Suzette dropped it into the pot, a spell would cast over Richard and he would love her forever.

There were many interesting things but the coral caught Suzette’s eye. She turned to the Witch, who was not much older than she. The witch nodded and Suzette dropped the coral in.

“Dat boy is mine.” snarled the witch.

Suddenly Suzette was floating in the water. She swished her fins in frustration. Now she would never get a kiss from Richard.

The quote about the 3 gifts.

salmon sky,pink sky,light fading,sunlight,pink clouds,

Life is the first gift, love is the second, understanding the third.  –Marge Piercy

Here is your quote for the weekend. I hope you can be understanding, in that I’ve gone through a lot this year. Please keep visiting my blog. It is my outlet and something that makes me happy.

 

Love & Madness

When love is not madness, it is not love. –Pedro Calderon de la Barca

 

I really like this quote. What do you think? After 9 years of marriage, I understand this quote even more.

grass clippings,mowed grass,heart in grass,blog pic,

Love Binds

Love rules without a sword, Love binds without a cord. –Anonymous

 

I hope you have a lovely weekend!

seahorse at sealife,spikey seahorses,

 

FF Story | Hard Seats

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group, you can join! We are allowed to use the photo in our post (the photographer’s name is always in the caption of my photo) and encouraged to leave each other comments. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave me a comment. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo. This week’s story is 101 words and I didn’t have to cut out that much!

benches,wooden bench,station,tile floor,sun light through the window,

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

 

Hard Seats

Pearl shifted on the hard wood. When would that train get here?

     * * *

“Promise you won’t be like other girls who forget about their fella after two weeks?” Tommy asked.

“I promise. Now you promise you’ll come back and not die like Mrs. Kramer’s son!”

“I promise.”

   * * *

With those promises, they thought it okay to consummate the marriage their parents wouldn’t allow. Pearl never dreamed she would get pregnant from the first time.

She raised their son by herself. She hoped Tommy would still want her after three years of foreign countries filled with pretty women.

 

FF Story | The Gypsy Life

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I always appreciate anyone who leaves me a comment, but I am not doing Concrit at this time. I always read at least 5 other Friday Fictioneer stories, but I don’t have time to read everyone’s. Sorry if I missed yours! I will try to read the stories for the last 2 weeks that I have missed as well. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s story started at 140 words and I cut it down to 100. I just write until I feel I have a complete story, then I tighten it. Then I check it again, and have to chop out more words because I am detail-oriented!

clothes hanging,shed,storage shed,

Photo Credit: Mary Shipman

The Gypsy Life

Sierra stood in the cool shop waiting for the clothes to dry. She had found a rare moment of silence to think. The people she called family loved life on the road. Every day brought new puzzles like where would they take a bath? They learned to sleep in the back of the trucks. They learned to charm the authorities. But they hadn’t learned to love.

Owen still wouldn’t say the words. He said he loved the gypsy life too much to be claimed by one woman. Sierra decided she was tired of the gypsy life, and tired of Owen.

FF Story | Jenny’s Garden

Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave a comment on any of my posts. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s story is 100 words exactly. I tried to post it Friday but my internet freaked out.

ted-trutz

Photo Credit Ted Strutz

 

  Jenny’s Garden

Jenny had used her anger for energy and plowed the garden.

John had good intentions when he robbed that bank. He didn’t like seeing Jenny break her back working on the farm.

She huffed out a breath when the hoe got stuck in the ground. As she jerked the hoe out of the ground, she heard a rip, and then saw green.

The prosecutor had managed to convict John because he had John on tape carrying out the money in a gunny sack. John had refused to tell them where the money was.

Jenny wasn’t going to tell them either.

You’re imperfect, but…

You’re imperfect, and you’re wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging. -Brene Brown

 

I think we are all wired to struggle. But I also think all human beings are worthy of a little bit of love.

single rose in black and white

Day 14 of NaHaiWriMo on Failing at Haiku

a wilting flower
still has colorful petals
sick together

 
We are halfway through National Haiku Writing Month! I hope you have been able to write some poems. Feel free to share your poetry in my comments section below!I hope you have a nice Valentine’s Day! I have been sick for the past week, but I am feeling much better today. My son is sick today, but we are together and enjoying Valentine’s Day. We (my husband, son, and I) got each other candy and chocolate and now we’re going to watch movies together, which is one of our favorite activities as a family. My husband took me to a play last night for my birthday. This morning, my actual birthday, he gave me a season of one of my favorite television shows that is no longer on t.v. In Plain Sight.
 
If you are unsure of the rules/definition/form of haiku then please go to my What is Haiku? page.
Don’t forget to check out the Facebook page where most of us haiku poets meet to get a prompt and share our work. Today’s prompt is “zinc”. Zinc is a metal, but it is a metal that we have to have in our bodies to be healthy. Our bodies are weird.
 
Even if you don’t write haiku, or even if it isn’t your favorite type of poetry, please consider sharing your friends’ and favorite bloggers’ work this month. Check out the hashtag #NaHaiWriMo on Twitter and Facebook.
 
photoshopped flower,white flower,white peoni,fully bloomed peoni,