like plants, we vary
in size and shape; but we all
need to be nourished
haiku february 27/28
(cc, 2019)
- 02/20/2014
Sense ensnared, bright nets
trapping sunlit souls of spring
scared to spread their wings.
__________
Prompt: Bling - 02/19/2014
Small balls of laughter
bubbling up from deep water,
learning to displace.
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Prompt: Baby - 02/17/2014
Truth: signs of stumbling,
footsteps in snow, fresh powder
erasing false tongue.
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Prompt: Bagel - nahaiwrimo - february 6th
i.
The only honest
thing you gave me was your touch;
that’s the easy part
ii.
happiness can flee
on its own naturally
but you gave it wings
iii.
anger and spite don’t
look good on me, but
neither did your weight
iv.
I hate you almost
as much as how you left me
broken and waiting
v.
fuck you, fuck me, fuck
your empty promises and
your emptier heart
vi.
The end is never
pretty, even in haiku it’s
sugarcoated red.
The lovely @drunk-on-writing inspired me to do nahaiwrimo, so I decided to catch up. ❤🥀
- 23 - 27/28
23.
Icy rain; I curl
into the warmth from my cup
of chamomile tea24.
Soft nose nudges my
hand; mother bunny curls up
into my lap, tired25.
Crescent moons; Winter
wraps its hands around my neck
and the silver bleeds26.
Amethyst eyes; you
cling to her cold hands and pray
for your mind to clear27.
Hints of lavender
and rosemary stains my hands;
now the garden sleeps - Catch Up Haiku - Days...14 ~ 23 nahaiwrimo
The windows rattle;
kissing your hand, i get up
and lock the shutters.
–
i listen to you
venting your frustrations, then
close your lips with mine
–
she comes in winter
talarias by the door
snow falling quickly
–
it was just autumn
when I said I liked your wig
cancer moves so fast
–
I watch him –click clack
walking with his umbrella
during summer drought
–
we, the two of us
on all fours, up the talus
to see tulips bloom
–
we queue up to cross
the Styx river, where Peter
reincarnates us
–
a queue of geese swim
across the pond, to beg us
for our week old bread
–
the opera is not
so moving as her kisses
under a half-moon
–
this pool of water,
a summer shower’s remains
waiting for my foot
- Jam and Kitchen - Nahaiwrimo Days 10, 11
Jam:
I lick inside the
jar like feral dogs dreaming
of sweet muscadines
—
Kitchen:
my grandmother said
kitchens are where love bakes, then
she kissed my floured nose
—
—
And something from @PoetryFound
Short, terse, unfriendly,
Yet sometimes quite emotive;
I am the Haiku. - 17 - 22/28
17.
Morning light; angels
pour honey into the glass
bowl of the dawn sky18.
Black tea leaf future;
the cup stings my fingers so
I push it away19.
Stagnant waters; I
crack my skull open for just
a moment of peace20.
Firefly wishes; the
buzzing of its wings carried
your name from my lips21.
Fish hooks in my chest;
I cut my palms on the line
but I still can’t breathe22.
Worry is an old
kettle in my chest and I
am drowning in it - Laundry and Mountain - days 12 and 13
I watched as you hung
our laundry; the shirts billowed
in the summer breeze
(laundry)
–
since that night alone
when i look into her eyes
I see the mountain
(mountain)
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As a side note, I’ve been getting a lot of views on these poems. I’d love it if someone would “photo reply”. I think that the visual arts and poetry go so hand-in-hand that we should encourage collaboration.
- NaHaiWriMo lu 19 de febrier 2014
Le mot du jour : bébé
La belle effraie
Annonce l’événement
Heureuse la nuit.Lu mòt dau jorn dau NaHaiWriMo : goiasson, marmilhon…
La dama nuech
Iòfa : ifofo !
Per un marmilhon eissit. - NaHaiWriMo - Write one haiku a day for the month of February!External imageNaHaiWriMo is a web site focused on the pursuit of writing a haiku a day, every day in February and there’s still plenty of time to join in! The site includes daily haiku prompts and tons of haiku related resources, including links to other haiku organizations.
I wondered how and why this annual haiku project came to be, so I asked founder Michael Dylan Welchand he kindly replied. See my…
- NaHaiWriMo 2018 #4: Picture of the PhotographerExternal imageExternal image
Notes:
Images copyright Cara Hartley/The Real Cie. I allow the use of my photographs in other creative blogs with credit to me.
The person in the photograph is my 28-year-old son, Michael, who is taking photographs of some specimens at the Denver Botanic Gardens. Michael has overcome a lot of challenges in his life, and I am very proud of him. He has worked hard to manage depression and anxiety without medication, as the medications don’t work for him. Although he still deals with these issues, he has developed excellent coping skills.
Psych meds work well for some people, but they don’t work for everyone. In Michael’s case, they don’t work at all. In my case, they make me manic and psychotic, which I am usually not.
People tend to want to “fix” those who have neurological and psychological differences. Instead of trying to “fix” us, which tends to make us become defensive and shuts down conversations, try instead to understand our perspective, which opens the doors to understanding and possibility.
~Cie~
- Day 22 #NaHaiWriMo
3.5 mile walk home from work –
Lean back and stride – feeling it
between my shoulder blades.The gunney sargent said:
Walk like you own this muthaphucka –
what you got to lose?I pass Farragut Square
and straighten up my posture:
“Damn the torpedoes“Full speed ahead!”
“10 more days and we’ll be through!
Sound off!” - National Haiku Writing Month #nahaiwrimo
National Haiku Writing Month #nahaiwrimo
External imageI may start talking in abbreviations here. For instance, I’m Late to the Party would be: IL2P. What do you think? Because, guess what? IL2P for National Haiku Writing Month, again. Is better late than never still a good thing?
Today’s prompt is Motorcycle or Scooter.
My shin burned On the exhaust of his resting Harley. Sepia daisies bloom.
External imagePhoto by Maksim ŠiŠlo on Unsplash
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