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.
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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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.
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
Not just the house
Not just my routines
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
Written in January of 2016.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I Took the Road Not Taken and Found the Other Path.
The road not taken was beneath my feet
The grass was not trodden down
Because I was not going to be beat
My mission to be something I would complete
I was not the only one trying to get out of that town
The paths twisted like the gnarled branches of an oak
But I maintained that I had chose
As around me I pulled my cloak
The grass was green and not a single blade broke
It felt good on my toes
To have both lives was to cheat
But in chasing the dreams I was told to chase
I dreamt about the path with a rear facing seat
To wear high heels upon my feet
I could not walk down to that place
It is ages since I have made the call
What I found was I did not have to choose one
Through the underbrush I did not crawl
It was just one path after all
The roads twisted together and I found the sun
So I have been working on this poem for a while. Around a year actually. When I do stanzas with patterns it always trips me up. The prompt from the PAD challenge inspired me to finish it today; the prompt was to write a looking back poem. Do you know the poem that originally inspired me? I had a couple of really great lines come to me for this poem but I just couldn’t get them into the flow of the poem so I left them out. “It was just one path that twisted back on itself” was a line that I felt I had to cut. Have you ever written a poem as a nod to a great piece of literature?