Shoe String Tanka

  Lessons
a quick lesson
chasing the bunny before
the school day starts
he still needs my help with them
shoe strings keep coming untied
  1-16-17

 
I wrote this last year for a #WrittenRiver prompt. Today was my son’s first day in 2nd Grade. He can tie his shoes, and do lots of other things, but there is still so much for him to learn. He picked out his first-day outfit, which was all blue, and he picked out a backpack that lights up. The Pokeball is his lunch box.

light up pokemon backpack,all blue.

 

Day 25 NaHaiWriMO 2017

bird flies to and fro

taking care of her nest

I walk in circles

 

Today’s prompt was to use the word “to” in our poem. What do you think about my haiku? Don’t forget to go check out others by following the nahaiwrimo hashtag.

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scribbles in a notebook,poetry notebook,writing,blogging,haiku,writer,poet,

Symanntha Renn

Haiku in the Park

silver metal gleams
sunlight so bright in our eyes
playing at the park

2-18-15

This was written for a National Haiku Writing Month prompt on Facebook. I don’t know why I haven’t shared it yet.

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School Haiku

black and yellow butterfly,butterfly palace,red flowers,

getting ready for school, butterflies frantically kiss little flowers

  August 12th, 2015

 

Every now and then I write a haiku in a way that really pleases me.

Awakening

Awakening 

I am ripped open
But it’s weeks
Before I realize
My mind has been
Ripped open too.
Diapers and bottles
Keep me rushing about
But after I have
Some time to reflect
I realize how different
I am
Not just the house
Not just my routines
But me
My reaction to movies
I’ve seen a dozen times
To crying children
To grown men
Going to jail for life
Nothing is simple anymore
And I can see
The child in every person
I can see mistakes
It’s as if the scales
Have fallen from
My eyes

4th of july with children

Summertime Again

daisy weeds

 

Summertime again
seeing flowers bloom
son needs longer pants

Written in January of 2016.

 

Mother Haiku

feline,tabby cat,cat with stripes,farm cat,

if I watch the
mother cat long enough
will I learn how to mother

Here is your Monday haiku. I know that I write a lot of mommy poetry, but my son is my muse. He is the person that makes me laugh, makes me worry, makes me hope, makes me scared, makes me dream, and makes me work. While I have a job and a marriage and a ministry, he is the center of my world.

 

Couch Senryu

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towels on the floor
an explosion of color
I lay on the couch

 
 
Some days it is really hard to get off of the couch. Even when the chores are piling up. I did not look as fabulous as this Turkish gentleman when I wrote this poem. This painting hangs at the Nelson-Atkins Gallery.

Day 26 of NaHaiWriMo

warm zucchini bread
my mother cuts a slice
I remember grandma’s garden

If you are unsure of the rules of haiku  and want to know more, then go to my What is Haiku? page.

Also, stop by the Facebook page where most of us poets meet to get a prompt and share our work. It would also be nice of you to go to that page and click Like on people’s posts to encourage them in their writing.

Today’s prompt was “zucchini”. Have you ever had zucchini bread? It is like banana bread with zucchinis. Whenever my mom makes certain food I remember eating it as a child. The memories come back with the taste and smell.

bouquet of carnations,carnation flower,pink and white carnation,still life,

Senryu from a Mom

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sick toddler
when the stillness
becomes scary

I like senryu because I like to record moments that happen in my family. I often see these special moments through nature, but sometimes they come by themselves with nothing else attached.

New Stars

new stars
freckles across my
son’s nose

 
Are there new stars in your life? Have you stopped to look?
 
Me and G

Last Times ~ shape poetry

So I am super excited!! I wrote a poem last night that was shape poetry. I love shape poetry and have been trying to do it with long poems for years, and failing. Maybe if I try it with micropoetry I will have better success; what do you think? There is an account on Twitter that tweets out prompts for shape (or visual or concrete) poetry on Saturdays and Sunday’s, check them out HERE