buying a cookie
even the ferns are withered
at a rest stop
I think this poem is so cute. I can just imagine Basho munching on a cookie and looking at his surroundings as he rests at an ancient rest stop. Keep in mind that this was written between 1684-88.
Forget Me Not flower
Here is what is the most read and well-known of Matsuo Basho’s haiku poems.
a frog jumps into
the sound of water
I didn’t have a picture of a frog in a pond.
plants man animals
united in death
Here is a poem I wrote a long time ago, back before I had learned the rules of haiku. I could never decide if this was a good haiku or even a good poem. If you were to look at the top of some of my posts, you will see that some poems are in both categories, haiku and senryu. This is another poem that I will post to both.
It’s not funny and senryu are supposed to be a bit humorous or at least poke fun at something. What do you think?
the season of dying
everyone’s favorite time
they like the colors
but forget the lesson
die to be born again
September 6, 2017
So I had saved this little poem about me wondering why people think the way that they do, and I forgot to save it to my master file of tanka and haiku. But I found it!
What do you think?
fluffy flakes fall
the softness becoming ice
I keep my footing
I wrote this haiku after pondering a prompt from #Ravensveil on Twitter. It has been a hard year for the last 3 years. But I’m still here. I am still writing and I’m still active in my community in a number of ways. I refuse to be a hermit, and I refuse to treat people badly and blow up my community because my life is not going the way I planned. I wish other people could understand that making everyone miserable is not what you do when you don’t get your way, but unfortunately, some people never mature.
I do wish I had the time to make more haiga. Haiga is so beautiful and I really need to be posting some to Instagram, but there are only 24 hours in the day and I need to sleep for at least 7 of those or I get grumpy. I also have to cook for my loved ones and wash their clothes so making haiga will have to wait.
Why creative thing do you wish you had more time for?
aches and pains
asking about grandma’s remedy
Today’s prompt was “hot-water bottle” and I didn’t know how many people would know that Tylenol comes from Willow bark so I wrote about herbs instead. I do not try to write in 5/7/5 some of my poems just come out at that number. I do try to always write short, long, short but the words come the way they come.
You can follow me on Instagram and Twitter and Facebook. If you like haiku and want to learn more, then go to my What is Haiku? page. Also, stop by the Facebook page where most of us poets meet to get the prompt and share our work.
The first full week of January, every year, is International Blog Delurking Week. I would love to see people participate!
the finch ventures out
into a hard cold world
my own resilience
It is fairly easy. Leave a comment in the comment section letting the blog’s owner know that you were here. You can show that you’re here with a one-word “here” comment or you can tell me a bit about yourself. There are so many people that lurk, which means you read and don’t interact with the site. All writers want interaction with their readers, especially bloggers. So this week as you’re reading blogs please leave a Like or a short comment.
I would also encourage you to do this in your groups on Facebook. The moderators and administrators of Facebook groups put a lot of work into making a group fun and special. Please Like at least one post this week, and maybe leave an encouraging comment. There is a lot going on in life, and online. People like knowing that they are heard, and admins like knowing that all of the time they spend volunteering is worth it.
my plants and I
drink from the same cup
International Blog Delurking Week 2018
first leaf fall
over a construction site
change is sudden
Change is sudden, and it has to be, or else men would never let it happen. Women would fight it too. The suddenness scares us and we start to fight it. The sages among us realize you can’t fight change, you must endure it. The battle-worn realize that change can happen at any moment and we must be ready to roll with the punches.
red sun, black moon
sun gazing for the first time
8- 21- 2017
I started writing again the day of the Full Solar Eclipse. I started writing poetry, but I have had trouble typing up blog posts. Side note, there are people out there who are “sun gazers” who stare at the sun. Don’t do that. But do leave me a like and a comment!
white horse on white snow
hard to tell the two apart
mixture of feelings
Still in limbo. I’m trying to get to where I need to be, but it isn’t easy. I am really wanting to post more, but life happened. Please stick with me as I am still writing and will be posting poetry for years to come.
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.