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Haiku Halloween

  Halloween coming The darkness falls now Still not soon enough I love Halloween It is the only night ever We are not that strange The veil is drawn taut I feel them near to me now Lost family, friends Well there’s some Halloween Haiku for you. I’ve got a …

Silence is a source of great strength. Lao Tzu

It isn’t You. I want to be left alone. No sound but my own breath, No touch but my own hands holding the sides of my vibrating head. I don’t want to speak, to reassure or sympathize or solve. I don’t want to move to fold, sweep or rearrange. I …

A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge. Thomas Carlyle

The other side of the Rainbow I won’t just hope or wait for the day when I can see your registry and change my mind three times over what present I want you both to keep from me for years. I won’t just hope or wait for the day when …

A side trip to the Halloween Store

I have to say the offerings around our two closest towns have been dissatisfying. We’ll make one more trip this weekend to Springdale to the Spirit Store, but either, we’ve seen everyone’s full bag of tricks or they just aren’t trying like they used to. Target was more disappointing than …

A seriously sad cinquain (or two)

I generally don’t go for many forms of poetry other than the haiku. I was forced to write Sonnets way back, and a sestina oh and and an ode…that list could go on and on. And I found out it made me angry. I love READING those things, reading nearly …

If you are lonely when you’re alone, you are in bad company. Jean-Paul Sartre

Night Sounds The entire house sighs. The day has ended for child, cats, husband is ending for me. But I hold on for a few minutes of no dishes clattering, no dryer bleating the call to hang up shirts no rattle of papers to read, initial here, agree to volunteer …

Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of overcoming it.~Helen Keller

It. being 8   It started before 8 and after 8 a.m and after 8 pm   and it went all day and it crushed my wings and broke my bones.   It kept me from sleep and sent me to bed unable to stand.   It left me outside …

Kiss me in the anodyne ~Psychedelic Furs

Her   Anarchy jacket, Fierce rooster hair sharp features and sharper gestures cutting the air and stopping to stare I met you and I think fell in a kind of love.   I learned about running around corners fast so we couldn’t be caught, airplanes taking off of streets at …

Amble out from love ~Issa

“Arise from sleep, old cat,And with great yawns and stretchings…Amble out for love” ― Issa, Japanese Haiku: Two Hundred Twenty Examples of Seventeen-Syllable Poems From this article on writing Haiku: http://www.ahapoetry.com/haiartjr.htm     I’ll try the first three, compare, contrast and association.     A misting rain falls Our child sleeping quietly Now …

The child supplies the power but the parents have to do the steering. Benjamin Spock

  The Day after the Day After Tomorrow   I wish I could always be the fur soft blanket, the cool pillow, the warmest cup of chocolate for you dear one. Not the grimacing harpy, the nagging ogress the shaking finger of homework and underwear not  in hamper.   But …

There’s not a boring page in my life story ~Aqua

  Dancing a Circle   Twilight is walking the cemetery with me on my heels as I try to stave off the rest my friends have taken.   Behind the well mannered trees where no one can see I dance, earphones playing songs I don’t admit and laugh.   I …

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. Albert Camus

Mountains of Leaves Under the leaves  Fired with red, breaking with yellow Dew makes the grass still green And as the trees lose more and more they Don’t all shatter underfoot, but slide Careful don’t fall.  He’ll go out soon, collecting the sodden And the crisp, the dastardy sweet gum balls …

Taking the Plunge

Well I’m going to give something a try. Tomorrow I’m going to put together my first Halloween blog/movie  and see if I can get going on having at least two Halloween themed entries a week. I’m also trying #Octpowrimo , which considering my poetry writing, once such a huge (in both …

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

― John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things Tonight my sweet little girl (who is not having the easiest start to the school year but better than last year), my darling child said: “Mommy, this might be kind of random, but I need to ask you something,” I said, “sure …