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NaHaiWriMo 2018 Week 2

My responses to the prompts for week 2 of NaHaiWriMo (National Haiku Writing Month, which is actually international and happens on facebook). Luckily we are allowed to go wherever a prompt takes us; we don't have to stick literally to the exact words or image.


PROMPT #8: PAINTBOX

shut the door on this cold grey day – fetch the paints!

PROMPT #9: BEATING THE HEAT

late summer my cat flat on the floor stretches flatter
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driving no aircon I turn my mind to haiku

PROMPT #10: INDIAN COTTON SHIRTS

thin cotton shirt skimming his torso that summer

PROMPT #11 PILSNER GLASSES

they click glasses – outside in the heat distant thunder

PROMPT #12: THE BUTTON AT THE TOP OF A BASEBALL CAP

in the street the kids have hits, thwack! – he adjusts his cap


PROMPT #13: THE LITTLE STORE ON THE CORNER

cat food and ice-cream – last minute

PROMPT #14: PULLING TAFFY

toffee sticks to my teeth – sweet dreams

Words Fail

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Written for Midweek Motif ~ Word at Poets United
and for MTB — Brevity at dVerse















I wanted to think of a wonderful word, and craft a poem around it: a word to dazzle and exalt. But the heat.
The fan stopped dead. My cat panted and frothed. I choked on a wordless shriek.

Love Song to the Earth

Planet, you had me at hello. It was love at first sight and then some. The minute I opened my eyes on you, gorgeous world, just that glimpse in my newborn gaze was enough.
Enough, and a feast. As I grew I found out more and more to love. Oh, you expansive, abundant beauty! "Infinite variety?" Shakespeare knew less than he thought. Infinite variety is You.
Do I need to count the ways? The rivers and meadows, crags and oceans, the trees and birds and tigers and dolphins and bees? And the moods! The sunsets and moonrises, storms and stars and perfect autumns ...
Mind you, the eternal summer's a bit much lately. Lovely Earth, what are you doing to us?       Oh – we did it to you? No no, not me, I didn't. It was them, all the others. Don't punish me!
Don't punish us. Let us live and love you. Tell us it's not too late! You say that love speaks louder in actions than words? You sound like my Grandma. Well, as for me, of threescore years and ten, I've had a few more.
Planet mine, g…

Feeding Myself on a Day of Rest

I'm feeling so lazy, I don't even want to peel myself one of those apples today, though it would take only the merest moment.
I throw thoughts of apples and peelers away, grab a handful of nuts and raisins instead. It's a day for indulgence, a day for play.
First of all I was late getting out of bed. I'm still in my PJ's if you want to know. And I breakfasted on thick-sliced raisin bread.
Yes, toasted of course. The only way to go. (Not the healthy breakfast I normally eat.) Piled the butter on thick ... but that's ages ago ...
Mid-morning snack sorted. Now, what further treat this Sunday, as I laze indoors from the heat?


A terza rima sonnet with hendecasyllabic lines, written for Fussy Little Forms: Terza Rima at "imaginary garden with real toads".

Shooting myself in the foot

Somehow, in fiddling with the settings on this very new blog, which has some different features from the old one, I have managed to delete all the comments already received for my posts! If you see this, please know I DID read and appreciate them! And I hope I have now fixed whatever removed them, so new ones can happen.

NaHaiWriMo 2018 Week 1

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Every year on facebook Michael Dylan Welch hosts National Haiku Writing Month (the shortest verse form on the shortest month) – except it's really international. Participants write at least one haiku a day, to prompts (which I often find challenging). Senryu are also permitted. We don't HAVE to write to the prompts, but I usually do; I think it's part of the fun. I'm sharing mine here as well, a week at a time. 

PROMPT #1: BITING INTO A TACO

that rich taste the nearest I’ll get to Mexico


PROMPT #2: RAILWAY TIES

from the road hot metal shimmers – disused line


PROMPT #3: GREEK COFFEE

Greek coffee – sunshine remembered in dripping rain


PROMPT #4: CREAM CHEESE WITH CHIVES

poetic – creamy white page punctuated


PROMPT #5: LISTENING TO THE RADIO

my father intent on the war news – clenched fists


PROMPT #6: CUTTING THE LAWN

the grass grows too high too fast – Summer rain


PROMPT #7: WRAPPED IN A QUILT, WATCHING A METEOR SHOWER

8 of Wands – move swiftly from the doona












8 of Wands is the card of Swiftness. Th…

At the End

Written in response to Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Shoes


AT THE END

At the end of his life he wore slippers, sometimes only bedsocks,
for his comfort.
After he died, I noticed how shabby even his “good” shoes had gradually become.