Well, I am writing again, but I wanted to give you guys more here on the blog. Since many of you follow me for the haiku, I wanted to share some with you every week. I think a blog should put up a least one new post a week, so in my effort to live up to my own standards, here is what I’m going to do:
For a few months, I am going to post a haiku every Thursday by the master poet Matsou Basho. I have BASHO The Complete Haiku which is a book of his complete works translated by Jane Reichhold. Because there are over 1,000 I am just going to post my favorites. I will also be reusing pictures from older posts.
Not a picture of a cherry blossom, but a mimosa tree. I am going to use the pictures I already have to make this easy on me.
Here is my first favorite of Basho’s 1,011 haiku poems:
the old woman
a cherry tree blooming in old age
is something to remember
a new me
my sunburn has peeled
The picture above was taken in 2014. It is hard to find pictures of me by myself so here is one of me and my husband.
I don’t know why I haven’t shared all of my 2014 haiku with you guys, but I haven’t. I tried to go back through my old haiku in April, which is National Poetry Month and share all of the haiku that I had been too scared to share. Some of it I hadn’t shared because I was waiting for a good post, or a cute story to go with it and it never came so I shared without words. Leave me a comment and tell me if you prefer posts with just the poems and no words.
everyone wants an
honest answer from us
as long as it’s nice
So this is not really haiku, and I almost erased it except that people on Twitter liked it so much. This may be senryu, but I think it’s a stretch. Read the definition for senryu on my What is Haiku? page and tell me what you think in the comments on this post.
Badges of Honor
Badges of honor streak my side,
A physical battle taken in stride.
Marks of mothering plain to see,
Months of carrying life show on me.
Hours of laboring to bring forth a soul,
Mark the motherhood that I now hold.
Of which some would be grateful to have,
I wear that notion like a healing salve.
I wrote this a long time ago. I was going to wait to share a lot of my poems until I could write a book, but I don’t see a book of motherhood poetry selling well (I don’t want to self-publish, I want a company to do it.). Also, I will not be done writing my mommy poetry for probably another 20 years.
I have decided that since I have written so many tanka, it might be fun to do Tanka Tuesday for a while. I will post them in chronological order, skipping the tanka that I have already posted. Leave me some Likes and comments if you like this kind of poetry.
Have a good day says
the lady at the drive through.
I do not have time
to explain that I cannot.
(RIP Alice Mullin)
brewed with lemons
no sugar nor milk
strong winter tea
To see how winter factors into my haiku as a kigo go here. Kigo means a body of recognized season words developed in Japan that became a standard part of the haiku form. Although the term “kigo” was coined as late as 1908, representation of and reference to the seasons has long been important in Japanese culture and poetry. To see what other haiku words mean go to my What is Haiku? page and scroll to the bottom.
He is my friend
His brother Death
Is a cruel soldier
But Time came through
And made me Victor
This micro poem was written on 6-22-2015 and inspired by #Ntitle 475.
It took a full 7 days, but my jaw finally felt better yesterday. I feel like I can eat normally, but I know I have to stay away from sticky foods until I get my permanent teeth put in.
I was told
that I’d like Venus
I’d find common ground there
But not all girls
Can breathe that air
I’ve got Mars’ dust
On my shoulder
So I still have quite a bit of small stones poetry to share with you. I hope you are enjoying these. When I have shared all of these I think I will share my cinquain with you. This was written for #Ntitle prompt 381.
This is my 800th post. I have been blogging here for 4 years as of August 11th, 2015.
I folded my feelings
and tucked them away
with the summer clothes
you don’t need storms
you prefer a quiet cabin
in which to plan our life
We are now into the small stone poetry that I began writing in 2015. Everything I have been sharing in the last 2 months was written in 2014. This one is from early in January, it was written for a Written River prompt and was first posted on Twitter to that hashtag.
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Endless wine and prayers
pour in and out of our mouth
and we can’t understand
why God doesn’t answer.
This is a continuation of my small stones poetry collection. I forget which prompt I wrote this poem for.
There is no type-o in this poem. I talked about writing poetry about Jesus in an earlier post, see it here.
This is a small stone poem that I wrote for a #HeartSoup prompt.
I found myself in
The devil’s tower
I tried to squeeze through a
Window but could not
When I looked around
I found Jesus
Had already opened the door.
the day began to blur
blue became pink
as the sky was embarrassed
to admit he was tired
This poem was written for a #WrittenRiver prompt. If you are liking these short poems, I really encourage you to search these hashtags on Twitter. Also, make sure that you follow me on Twitter and follow this blog by email or through a reader.