Hazy Moon

For Frank’s haikai challenge this week, we are using the kigo hazy moon. I’m a little late posting this, but I love an excuse to write about the moon!

Hazy moon has not
Disappeared, she’s shy, hiding,
Forgetting her light.


photo by the author



A special poem for Ash Wednesday. I think it’s beautiful that it is on the same day as Valentine’s Day this year.

Repent and believe —
Ashes to ashes, we all
Are resurrected.


This week we are exploring various murmurings at DVerse. I have actually written 3 quadrilles using the word “murmur” today; it was much more enjoyable and versatile than I expected. Here is one that I feel comfortable sharing.

The little stream murmurs to the water in my body:

You are so much larger than yourself,

And that’s how it should be.

There is life inside of you,

That reaches to embrace all of nature

And humanity — set it free, don’t go quietly.

A Life We’re Meant For

Thank you to Linda Luna for another decastich form to try! This one is called an Etheree, and it has 10 lines with a syllable count of 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10. The lines are unrhymed. Linked to Open Link Night . Without any further ado, here is my Etheree.


Is not

A feeling —

Love is a need,

Love is a yearning,

Love is the sweetest pain

And the most terrifying

Exhilarating adventure,

Love is how we touch eternity,

An ocean waving, a life we’re meant for.

Change of Plans

I wrote this haibun for DVerse poetics, inspired by the prompt about pentimento, or changing one’s mind. This Italian word is where the English word repentance comes from. I felt a little weird writing a haibun for this prompt, since it is not a Monday, but any form is okay for this.

When people hear that I began as a chemical engineering major, they are amazed at my current French studies, a complete 180 degree turn. I changed college plans because despite being good at math and science, I didn’t have nearly the same passion that I had, and still have, about language. Engineers do make a lot of money, but, as cliché as it sounds, money doesn’t mean that much to me. I think that enjoyment of a job can be part of the payment.

Completely new path,
Unknown as a foreign tongue —
Where does it turn now?

Hometown: A Haibun

For DVerse

My hometown — I was born here. I still live here. A lot has changed in 24 years: Instead of frequenting the book store –closed now — I visit way too many coffee shops, and from my favorite haunt, I walk to work. My new church, too, is just down another street.

So much has changed that I never would have believed it. But the biggest difference:

No longer feels like

Home — four walls claustrophobic,

Find peace restless soul