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[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #48 Poem a Day

first sound this morning
granddaughter's sweet voice saying
Happy Birthday Grandma!

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg # 49

early morning smell
of Sunday's sizzling sausage
nip in the air

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #50

seconds speed away
on jets of activity
only pain slows time

 

 

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #51

April sunrise wakes
poppy field from slumber
gold greets my eyes

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #52

morning breeze
floats off the Pacific
to moisten my cheek

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #53

in dawn’s stillness
flutter of butterfly wings
is only sound

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #54

feet firmly planted,
fantasies float in my mind,
at home in both worlds

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #55

graceful young blossom
dances in air to the earth
hip-hops to the beat

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #56

big-hand moved forward,
sunrise eases my waking. . . .
clock's ticks go unheard

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #57

sun shines on hillside
brazen poppies fan open
golden path to sea

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #58

I am mad, sad, glad
and curiously quizical,
having bad hair day

 

[Gatekeeper]

Hope you can keep this going . . .

 

I've left several poem-a-day trails. The first was haiku, senryu and the like (though I morphed many into something else). It lasted 15 months. There have been other trails, of various forms or purposes, but none so long. I've just started a new one. My goal is a full year. This again, haiku, senryu and the like with tanka and maybe more. At least that is how it has begun.

One of the draws for me to haiku and other short forms is the image capture aspect. I have difficult "issues" with photography and do not suffer it well. The image poem is a much better venue for me. I see it all in greater depth.

The risk, with a form focus such as this, is that you may, after a while, have trouble escaping it. I did the first time and I expect it will happen again, but now I don't care. If my writing leads me down a rabbit hole . . . so be it.

[Tinker]

Hi Gatekeeper, If you look back in this thread you will see I often have huge gaps in my "haiku a day" trail but the April challenge of "a poem a day" seems to have sparked a renewal. This thread is open to any and all who want to add a haiku or senryu whenever they feel the inclination, so jump in I'd love company. I like reading haiku as much as writing it. For me time is always a factor, but these small poems are moments snatched from time leaving an impression that lingers. I too sometimes use the image I have captured in haiku as the core for a longer poem later then again I sometimes write a haiku as a response to a longer piece. And I always have time to read a haiku, longer poems are often skipped over to read later simply because I don't have the time.

haiku journal jvg #59

penned words on paper
symbols of imperfection
poet's truths revealed

[Gatekeeper]

HaHaHa - love the "bird hair"! / ;- ) And, the in-your-face expression!

 

You should see my bed-hair some mornings. Yikes! No, maybe not - it scares my cat!

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #60

water splashes glass...
prissy parrot's morning bath,
more windows to wash

 

 

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #61

long strong legs
pound with power, choice of kings
bred for speed and grace

Sport of Kings

[Gatekeeper]

Watch for the migrants

kinglets, sparrows, and warblers.

Leaves too wet to rake.

 

 

 

042713 / 1029

[Tinker]

"kinglets", I don't know those birds, I'll have to google. After reading about your birds and I just hung up from talking with my husband in Mexico, I was reminded of the last time we camped on the beach.

haiku journal jvg #62

pelican's head bobs,
beak bulges with trigger fish,
shore's stand-up comic

 

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #63 (inspired from reading Stars Wheel in Purple by Hilda Doolittle)

midnight's purple sky
thousands of stars swirl above
lone star shows the way

Stars Wheel in Purple by Hilda Doolittle

Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldeboran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;

stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight;
yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are
nor as Orion's sapphires, luminous;

yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face,
when all the others blighted, reel and fall,
your star, steel-set, keeps lone and frigid tryst
to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast.

[Gatekeeper]

Crouched in my branch pile

ma rabbit too cute to kill.

Grazed trees disagree.

 

 

 

'keeper

042813 / 2309

[Tinker]

Ahhh! That rabbit wouldn't have a chance around my dog. Run bunny run!

haiku journal jvg # 62

windswept dunes dormant
white capped waves pound western shore
crab pots sit empty

[Gatekeeper]

Different Springs . . .

 

 

Eighty-two degrees

follows six inches of snow.

Mid-continent week.

 

 

042913 / 2349

[Tinker]

Wow, you still have snow?

haiku journal jvg # 63

blades of grass grow tall
lush lawns must be fed and mowed
keep menfolk busy

 

 

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg # 64

on my feet I wear
one black shoe and one brown shoe
dressing in the dark

[Gatekeeper]

The eight-two degrees was a sham - 28 degrees and more snow yesterday afternoon/evening.

 

 

Sunflower feeder

for chickadee and nuthatch.

No match for red squirrel.

 

 

haiku hotel

050213 / 1036

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #65

fragments of moonlight
sparkle on the lake surface
fairies dance on glass

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #66

Brooklyn on horseback
horse therapy for our girl
stroke survivor

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #67

cellophane wings pause
while insect strikes with stinger
old man's neck swells red

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg # 68

dishwasher whirrs
drowns morning song of sparrows
drawn outside I'm cleansed

 

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #69

a new heaven opens
each time my fingers move
upon the keys

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #70

workshop filled with tools
sandaled foot kicks pick in dark
small toe bloodied

[Gatekeeper]

Sparrow here

well east of its normal range

Afternoon surpriseBrewer's

[Tinker]

Gatekeeper, How cool is that? I'm going to look for a photo.

haiku journal jvg #71

at the blur of dawn
I rise with a purple haze
behind my eyelids

[Gatekeeper]

Hey, thanks for the pic. That's it! Distinctive crown pattern.

 

 

Small feathers scattered

house sparrows gather them up

Death will line the nest

[Gatekeeper]

Hawk spotted in tree

soon must flee cacophony

Oriole falls dead

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #72

summer star takes flight
into vast expanse of night sky
never says goodbye

[Gatekeeper]

Mole tunnels under

dries out my row of string beans

Beets are the next row

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #73

sharp pain pierces eyes
beneath the tears that threaten
tired lids close

[Gatekeeper]

The curious ask

where are all the butterflies

None in my garden

[Gatekeeper]

Under ceiling fan

perspiration wafts away

Warmest night this year

[Gatekeeper]

No breeze to disturb

the silence of stagnant air

August sleepless night

[Gatekeeper]

Mosquito punctures

takes away the blood she needs

Didn't feel a thing

[Gatekeeper]

Judging by the itch

I should not have disturbed them

Chiggers in the grass

[Gatekeeper]

In a chill tonight

my garden is looking bleak

Season of dying

[Gatekeeper]

Equinox passes

saluted with a dark beer

The coming long nights

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #74

pajama morning
extends into afternoon
bedtime comes early

[dedalus]

目を閉じる

年の思い出 --

冬の雨

me wo tojiru

toshi no omo-i-de --

fuyu no ame

closing my eyes

memories of other years --

winter rain falling

[Tinker]

haiku journal jvg #75 Oops at first I approached this as the haiku train and took my cue from Brendan. Fortunate that the winter rains are what everyone here is talking about too. Yesterday I took a picture from my front door of the winter rain in my yard. My garden has been so in need of rain.

Winter rain falls
on drought parched memories
rocky path to Spring

View of my front yard from my door

[Randver Askmadr]

These are some I had written in the winter of 2013 when a friend of mine, Godai, wrote about seeing a red fox playing in the snow while feeding the birds.

 

Feeding winter birds

Red fox playing in the snow

Godai writes Haiku

 

He then challenged me to do more So.

 

Frozen water falls

Icicles hang in the trees

Cold temperatures

 

Then he showed a picture of a snowy owl in flight and said write about that.

 

Sunrise in winter

Snowy owl hunts over fields

Poor little field mouse

[jharden]

Western sky darkens

Weather app warns

Advancing storm expected