It Surrounds You

Is all around you,
It shows itself
In little ways.
Like a child playing
Hide-and-seek, giggling —
Might be hiding but
It wants to be found.

And, sometimes honey
It’s just so close
That you can’t see it —
But you could touch it
If you reached out.

For this week’s Forgiving Fridays, Debbie is talking about making peace with her mind. I need that, too. I need this reminder that love is still close to me, closer than I am to myself, but I just can’t see it sometimes.


Water Is Dry

A wise Zen master murmurs an ancient riddle:

“What is the sound

Of one hand clapping?”

This mystery, I think it’s probably a slap

across the face.


“If you see the Buddha in the road —

kill him.”


I have another one:

Maybe it is brand-new

Maybe it has lasted for millennia

“What is dry water?”

I’d say, this dry water, is probably the ghosts

of the tears that jumped

out of the windows

of my soul.


Maybe this is brand-new.

Maybe it has lasted for millennia.

Shared with Real Toads’ “What the ?” prompt and DVerse OLN #222.


Frank J. Tassone’s latest haikai challenge is a real challenge for me, since it is about soccer and the FIFA world cup. I know next to nothing about most sports, so here is what came out of that ignorance.

It’s the World Cup, but I know nothing about soccer. All I know is there are goalies and kicking (the ball would probably fly past me), and I know not to kick the ball into the opposing team’s goal. Maybe my next goal should be to learn a bit more.

Across the green field,

Everyone hopes to reach the goal,

Running and kicking


I am a little late for haibun Monday, writing about freedom and the way that it can be complex, having both costs and benefits. This was surprisingly difficult for me.

It has taken me days to write about freedom. I usually have more to say on this subject, but lately? There is a curious silence, and words are lacking. All I know today is that when I cannot speak, that is not freedom.

Summer sun scorches

Thirsty grasses, sparrows search

For shady respite

Good Advice

At DVerse, Michelle is asking each of us to “poem your own words of advice.” Below is one thing I have learned that could change someone else’s life, that could have changed my own life, if I had heard it several years ago.

If you see those fashion magazines
And any articles suggesting how to
“Lose those last 10 pounds,”

Ignore them.
Remember, they are not directed
At you.

If you lose
“Those last 10 pounds,”
You might also sacrifice
Your smile.
Your happiness, laughter
Even possibly your life —

And if you think,
“That can’t happen to me,”
Know that, yes, it can
And know that

You don’t need to lose
“Those last 10 pounds,”
You don’t need to tone up,
Get washboard abs
Or a Kim Kardashian ass

You can find
Better ways to happiness.

Banishing Untruths

For Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason, day 11. I am posting late but hopefully not unreasonably so. 🙂 Each day, there is a different quote from the poet Jim Harrison to inspire us. Below is our prompt-quote for this day:

“Nearly everything we are taught is false except how to read”

~  Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

School taught me, yes, how to read,
And how to sound intelligent when speaking,
Math and science and many other subjects
But it was also subjecting
Me to too much second-guessing,
And falsities about what makes a person worthy.

I’ve had to unlearn what is untrue,
Working on it every day —
New knowledge will be here to stay.

Berries: A Tritina

The next decastich challenge is the tritina. It is made up of 3 3-line stanzas and a concluding line and includes repetition of the ending words of each line. Thanks to Linda Luna for reminding me of the tritina! I used to write these often but had forgotten about this form for a while.

Look in the garden: summer berries,
Many varieties which we love:
See their color, taste their sweetness!

Blueberries and strawberries give sweetness
To an eternal summer: happiness grown like berries,
Friendship and care which become love.

When I look back on our precious love,
I will remember your kindness, your sweetness,
And the taste of those home-grown berries.

We have grown these berries of love and sweetness.