Today’s stream-of-consciousness Saturday is an interesting prompt: we are to write about the memories / associations we have with whatever happens to be to our left, when we sit down to write. I was sitting in my back yard and saw a new. little sign in one of the pots in the garden: “Plant a seed and watch it grow.” That was the seed for this post. 🙂
What happens when a survivor
Wants to stop surviving?
This piece of identity
What happens when the birds
Make her so happy,
But their songs fly
Like their wings?
What happens is, even when
April is new-born and sunny,
There is an understanding
Of what Eliot meant
When he said April is the cruelest month.
This is so not the poem I intended to write, but life has a way of throwing stuff at us, right? Hooray for being able to respond to NaPoWriMo day 23 and the Weekly Scribblings at PSU.
My family’s garden has been a frequent source of inspiration lately (and honestly almost every time I go out there), and it fit perfectly with PSU’s Weekly Scribblings prompt, “Bird is the Word.” I am also linking with DVerse OLN.
goldfinch and friends cheep
perch and search among the plants:
Poor birds. 😦 I still saw plenty of them, though.
I wrote this string of haiku after observing the strawberry plants in my family’s garden. We have many berries growing and a few flowers on the plants.
I wrote this poem, in a way, to the little flower and about them. The interesting thing about them is that, even though there are many fully-grown berries by them, they do not compare themselves, and they never think that they are growing too slowly, nor think of themselves as failures. There are lessons that flowers can teach us, I think. And by “us,” of course I mean “me.”
glass runs down my cheek:
tears leave a downward trail
as if they’re slicing
This is a poem from this exact date 3 years ago, shared again, thanks to Fandango’s “flashback Friday.” I decided to simplify my posting today by reposting an old piece that you may have missed. Even I had forgotten about it. 🙂 The original post is here.
This senryu is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry prompt for the week (on the last day), which includes the concept of juxtaposition, which is putting contrasting images next to each other. I wanted to write something longer and possibly less morbid, but here is my response. In fact, I had a wonderful day, so the grim metaphor in this poem itself makes an interesting juxtaposition with my real life. Continue reading
This week’s Sunday writing prompt from MLMM is “light,” and several expressions about light are provided as examples. I didn’t use this exact phrase but was inspired especially by, “Thankfully they were light enough to rescue.” I wrote a tanka and then a shadorma.
This haiku was inspired by Frank J. Tassone’s haikai challenge, “Justice.” I am sharing this poem with JusJoJan: Spell because I had to spell some words in order to write this post. 🙂 I am also linking to DVerse OLN. Unfortunately, I missed the live portion, but it’s okay because I was having a very good day even without that. I hope to make it next time. Tomorrow I intend to post a longer poem than one haiku.
Inspired by Ronovan’s haiku prompt for the week, as well as JusJoJan day 7: Caught.
Mom has hopes for her:
Sweet child to grow in greatness,
Not caught nor stunted
Adorable baby girl
Bomb inside her DNA