the irises grow
bud out like they believe
there is no more frost
This is another haiku that I was so sure I had shared on the blog, but I don’t see it so maybe I didn’t. I am trying to share all of my poetry, no matter how good it is. I used to try to share it in the appropriate season, but remembering to go back and find a haiku to share for the current season while also writing new haiku for the current season has proven to be difficult. So here is a haiku, appropriate or not.
he breaks the flower’s back
puts it in the vase he wants it in
dying beauty on display
This is a political poem about domestic violence. October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month so I thought now would be an appropriate time to share it. I know it’s longer than a haiku should be but I liked it and didn’t want to trash it. Tell me your thoughts on this poem below in the comments.
after the funeral
sign for a wedding
flowers that bloom again
I wrote this one last year after a really hard week. I really was coming home from a funeral and passed a sign for a wedding that had happened earlier.
My mind is like the flowers in the ditch
beautiful and trying to grow
but impeded by the dust covering it
trucks drive by spewing gravel and dust
leaving before you see the dust settle
before you see the aftermath clobber me
the haze of dust chokes me, makes it hard to take in the sun
you don’t even know you’ve stunted my growth
here I am standing, yet swaying under the weight
I look green and in my prime however
I can’t exchange air or sunlight for life
I need rain to pour down and wash away
the breadcrumbs of being rushed and angry
the marks of your leaving for paved road
coats every leaf of my existence
every petal questions the energy being used to untwist
if I’ll be smothered by indifference
forgotten by a line of trucks able to roam
why give you my colors, my display of brilliance
ignoring the pattern of my dress left me
feeling like unwanted blades of grass
If a coyote would only brush past
and knock some of the dirt off of me
so that I could breathe and shine and grow again
blooming down in the ditch is troublesome
you think I’m a weed to be forgotten
when really I was a seed spilled at the wrong moment
I was meant for a garden, I was meant to be loved
by a grandmother, herself forgotten by a husband
but I never got where I was going
I got left in the wrong dirt and now I bloom for strangers
I hope you’ve all enjoyed your week and your summer. I hope you’ve managed to shake off the dust and bloom where you are. This is the long poem I promised you. It is my newest poem.
found irises while
looking for daylilies
Yesterday I saw something that made me really happy! One of my surprise lilies finally bloomed! I barely watered my flowerbed this year, usually, I soak it 4 times a week. Maybe I have been overwatering some of my flowers?? The pink “naked lady” or “surprise lily” is not pictured. I thought they bloomed at the start of summer, but I guess I got a late bloomer! Also, daylilies and irises are two different flowers.
vines flow and stalks lean
sending leaves past their boundary
Nov 1st, 2016
I wrote this after seeing a prompt on #dimpleverse on Twitter.
line of storm clouds
line for parent pickup
line of red cannas
Today was the last day of summer school. Yay! So no more parent pickup for a while. It’s funny that I wrote this last year because it stormed today and my cannas are blooming. My cannas flowers are just now budding out. I have to sprinkle them with Sevin Dust before the Japanese beetles eat them and ruin their beauty. Follow me on Instagram to see what my son said about the last day of summer school.
dead blooms fall
fantasies for the future
shatter soft on stone
I wrote this last year for a #fieryverse prompt on Twitter. I would encourage you to get on Twitter today, as it is #NationalHaikuPoetryDay and #NationalPoetryMonth. There will be a lot of haiku to enjoy if you look at those hashtags. Please leave some love for poets by retweeting their work or at least giving them a like today.
Current status: Looking for my muse.
Hey Everyone! Sorry I have been absent this last week. Thank you to those of you who followed me in spite of my lack of posts last month. I am going to try to make up for it. I am going to try to post a poem every weekday this month. I will post haiku but I will also post longer forms of poetry. I am planning on posting some older poems. I may not always write a comment with the poem, I may just post the poem. I haven’t written much yet this year, which is concerning considering that we are four months through the year. But I think this summer is going to be great and I’ll find time for writing. My muse must be wearing camouflage and hiding amongst my budding flowers.
just blades of grass
daffodils with no blooms
my mouth no words
returning to joy
deadheading brings twice the blooms
guiding my flowers
Today’s prompt was “returning to”. I am consciously trying to be joyful and joy-filled this year. I also try to get two blooms out of my flowers when I can.
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opening the door
not ready to face the day
slow blooming flower
Today’s prompt is “opening.” My brain is trying to go in 3,000 different directions at once, so this is the haiku you get today.
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