What Was Now

For DVerse, a haibun about the present moment.


Lungs continue to inflate. Outside, white clouds are Rorschach blots in a sea of sky. The neighbors’ cypress tree is leaning as the wind breathes. Lungs hold their precious breath as birds chip. Lungs let go: Exhale.

sunny afternoon
notice past preconceptions
a breeze — a shiver


This picture was taken when 11 months ago was “now.”

Time of New Birth

The décima challenge this week is “Birth” in one of the D rhyme spots. It’s a timely prompt, as it’s April. Last time I went to the park, I noticed a profusion of new flowers and multiple ducklings! Linked also to today’s Writers’ Pantry.


Sun rises earlier each day:
It has been hesitant to wake
Yet lately decided to make
The most of it, a better way.

And later the sun also stays,
Shining its rays upon the ground,
Illuminating all around.
Now this April springtime-green Earth
Is filled with blossoms and new birth:
Even more beauty will abound.

Peut être une image de oie, nature et étendue d’eau
Ducklings with their Mama Duck

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

Changing Face

A few days ago, I wrote a poem for this prompt about “Planting the Seed,” but it was pretty dark, so I wrote something else. 🙂 This is also for FOWC: Immutable.


Nature’s face does often change
And so it should, as seasons dance —
Lives go through also quite a range,
Not all of which is left to chance.

Is circumstance immutable?
Exhausting might be seed-planting
But fruits can come, remain hopeful,
Reward of patience harvesting.

Seeds in a heart shaped tin

Wilting Lily

I wrote this in response to Angie Trafford’s Writing Wednesday and also because my Easter lily really is looking sad (picture is from a few days ago). 


Notice this wilting Easter lily,
Sad during such a happy season,
Yet there were weeks it brought levity —
Monitor its soil for a reason.

Lack of sun or water could cause
This plummet of vitality,
Or, the plant ought to take a pause —
It could just be its time, clearly.

Hungry Birds

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:
empty bird-feeder

 

Poor birds. 😦 I still saw plenty of them, though.

A Lesson

Today’s poem was actually inspired by yesterday’s one-word challenge from Fandango, which was “never.” I guess this also builds off of yesterday’s post, in which I mentioned that we could learn from those strawberry flowers. Here’s something else to learn from them.


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Growing Strawberries

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. 

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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.” 

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Day 6

NaPowriMo 2021, day 6. I’m not particularly happy with anything I wrote today. I had a difficult day, so most of the poems reflect that. I try to keep things positive or at least have them end on a hopeful note. So I guess I can thank my friends for helping get me out of the pit  (or, I can thank my “crew” so that I can link to FOWC 🙂 ). I am going to cheat a little bit and post this thing I wrote 5 days ago about the sunset:

Vespertine sunset colors
Sky into a celebration:
A last hurrah,
A gorgeous evening gown,
So costly and only
Worn once

This Is Not Only About Trees

This poem was inspired by the Weekly Scribblings about trees and also FOWC: Air. I am not sure if this poem is finished (does anyone else get that feeling that, sometimes, the poem might have more to say?), but this is what I have currently.


How beautiful is every tree,
There is delight in different leaves
Of varying forms and sizes, even one
With a tall and leaning trunk —

The air is fresh and clean, clearing
Old thoughts, and memories healing.

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