Short Motherhood Poem

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  Surer in Their Step
a woman’s body is heavier than a girl’s
it is wider and takes up more space
so that it can protect better
a woman’s body becomes a castle wall
after a few months of motherhood
rib bones spread like iron bars
to keep in the precious and lock out
the marauding hordes
her feet may move slower
but they are surer in their step
  7-16-2015

 

I wrote this back in 2015 but I am still not sure I like it. What do you think? Did you connect to it, did it move you?

 

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Baboon Lessons

to be brave enough
to bite a crocodile
baboon lessons
  9-10-2017

 

I hope you all have a great week with no biting needed, but if there is, be as brave as the crazy mommy baboon I saw on tv! A croc came for her baby and she fought back and saved her infant. Be strong mommas!

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Haiku Caught

the first time he caught
a snowflake on his tongue
parenting through the seasons
2-22-2018

 

This is the second haiku that I wrote for Day 22 of NaHaiWriMo you can find the prompt here. I tried to stick to the rules that the moderators of the Facebook page set, which is only share haiku to the Facebook page and only share 1 per day. I could have shared more here to my blog, but I figured it would give me something to post when the excitement of National Haiku Writing Month was over. Be on the lookout for the tanka that I wrote during NaHaiWriMo I will do a few Tanka Tuesdays soon.

 

Day 22 NaHaiWriMo 2018

the first time my son
didn’t want to go hiking
frost on new growth

 

Today’s prompt was “first frost” and I wanted to write about something getting nipped in the bud, as frost often kills things.

Posting every day is just not for me. So while I am able to write and post my haiku poems to the Facebook page, I will probably post every 2 days or so.

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Day 7 NaHaiWriMo 2018

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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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Those Years Haiku

sandwich years
send the kid to school
take mom to the doctor

 

…and we’re there. It’s time to learn how to be a caretaker to people of all ages. 

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Summer Sunshine

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his face when
we give him a new toy
summer sunshine

  7-1-2015

 

Watching the Clock

Here is one of my longer poems. I will mostly share haiku this month.

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  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.

Hot Haiku

does he have mine
or is it his dad’s temper
nuclear family

February 2015

 

This picture is proof that I can do Pinterest projects and that Facebook is not a total waste of time. Do you ever argue with your spouse about where your child gets certain traits? Sometimes my husband and I can’t decide who he gets his characteristics from because my husband and I have similar temperaments. 

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Day 4 NaHaiWriMo 2017

how the lioness

holds her cub in her mouth

a mother’s embrace

 

flowers open

for the butterfly and moth

holding son’s candy

 
 

Today’s prompt was “hand” and I wasn’t happy with my first poem which is the one about holding my son’s candy. So I tried to think about how you use your hands in different ways. I somehow got to thinking about how moms judge each other and they forget that each kid is different and what would be terrible for your kid, my kid might actually enjoy. Did that come through at all? How am I doing so far this year?

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Symanntha Renn

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

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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