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read the news
drag our boys
off to war
Today’s prompt was to write a report poem. My mind immediately went to today’s news. I planned to have a fun day. I woke up to find my seeing-eye glasses nearly broke, and Twitter Moments telling me that Trump launched bombs at Syria last night and no one mentioned it to me, or in my feeds. At least I got a decent night’s sleep. I must be getting old. Instead of insisting we launch bombs and shout down any and every injustice in the world, I was perfectly content to shore up our borders and just sit here quietly, as a country. I knew so many young men who went to Iraqi and Afghanistan and came back with deep scars. I don’t want to do this again, I just don’t.
It’s not cowardice, it’s weariness. I tire of broken men and crying mothers. I tire of the loud noise of anger. I am tired of smelling violence and seeing the shudders of fear. Because war affects us all. And folks, I’m so tired of it all.
if I am killed by
an addict or someone
unstable at least
I died while helping others
you can say “at least she tried”
What will be, will be. In case I have a hard time getting my poem for today posted, I wanted to continue with Tanka Tuesday. I did something unusual with this poem, I usually like my line breaks to be clean, but these lines wrap around to the next line. Leave me some comments, I love getting feedback and knowing how my poem affected you.
free food for those in need
bird feeder half full
Today’s prompt was “chickadee”. So I wrote about when I usually see birds, which is when my mom’s bird feeders have feed in them. Haiku is supposed to represent a moment in time when you see nature and human nature collide.
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the road that tied
defunct railroad tracks
Today’s prompt is railroad ties. Share your haiku poem in the comments.
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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.
a day so heavy
not even old glory stirs
heat from the orange sun
I said I wanted to write more political poetry a couple of years ago. I think I’ve written 3 since then. By the way, this looks like a cloudy day, but it was very sunny and hot.
we say the flowers
are budding out too early
mother nature sighs
Today’s prompt was “nature” again. So I tried to write a haiku that was a comment on how climate change is making spring come sooner. What we call “too early” may be the new normal because of global warming.
Anyhow, this is my last poem for National Haiku Writing Month 2017. Be sure to check out the others and leave me a comment on your favorite haiku.
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broken men crawl
back from what we say was
an honorable and great thing,
So today’s prompt for the PAD Challenge was to write a historic poem. It could be a poem about a landmark event, specific battle, an era in time, or whatever you consider a historic happening. I decided to write about something that people don’t seem to talk about. Our country was at war for 13 years and people didn’t seem to notice. Our service men and women were committing suicide at an alarming rate and no one seemed to notice or talk about it. I always thought that most service men and women knew that fighting for our country was a great thing and they didn’t need to feel bad about anything that happened over there. But just telling someone that they are a good person and to forget about the bad things that they saw isn’t enough. They have made a Veterans Crisis Line and began reaching out to vets. I had decided at the first of this year that I wanted to write more poetry that meant something, poetry that was about more than a fleeting moment. So I wrote this cinquain today, for every vet that came back with PTSD or any guilt.
and a hard place
There’s not a lot to add to this one, I think it speaks for itself.