family snowed in
not opening the door
keeps the warmth in
January 13, 2018
I am proud to say that I have been able to post to my blog every week since my Blog Anniversary. It has not been easy. My husband became ill right after that. I have been sick with the common cold twice since then, and our son caught a cold in August as well. I think it was a welcome back to school gift, new germs from new friends. But my husband has been having pains in his abdomen that will not go away. He has been to 3 different doctors and will get scheduled today to see a specialist. All I want is 6 months of regular life. No big crazy events or illnesses, but maybe you don’t get 6 nice months of life after you turn 30. But, I will say that we have gotten a lot of time together, my husband and son and I. We have spent a lot of days home together reading out loud, watching new movies, and favorite old television shows. Our son is doing very well in his school classroom and in his Wednesday Night class at church. I have been able to read a lot of books, I am about to break my record of books read in one year so there’s that.
Today’s poem was inspired by a #microprompt from Twitter. I mostly retweet on Twitter these days but you should follow me anyway!
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?
in full bloom
may the plum not be touched
by the wind’s hand
Since I am not writing haiku in my PAD Challenge posts, I thought I would keep posting haiku for you all on Thursdays. What do you think of these poems so far? Do you have a favorite Basho poem?
fire sweeps Cali
and through my mother’s veins
reports on Monday
I wrote this before mom started chemotherapy. I was watching the wildfires in California and the devastation on television. I was very worried because I thought that the chemo would burn going in through the I.V. Instead she got very cold and had to get heated blankets from the nurse. Her doctor is very confident that she has beat lung cancer, so her 4th and last chemo treatment is next week. I think I am going to spend this summer hanging out with her and my son. I will try to write up a month’s worth of blog posts at a time and schedule them. Check back to see if I pull it off!!
when you’re sick
homemade soup makes it better
Today’s prompt was “homemade soup” which was easy to write for. I have tried to not be so on the nose this year, but today I’m feeling pretty lousy so this was the best that I could do.
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Here is one of my longer poems. I will mostly share haiku this month.
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.