Today is the final day of NaPoWriMo. My final poem is a tanka inspired by my old tai-chi teacher. I took tai-chi in college to satisfy a requirement and the professor was an interesting guy. He had us meditate with trees on the lawn outside every day. I found it very odd, but started to … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 30: On Meditating
For these last two days of National Poetry Writing Month I've decided to do another favorite form of mine, the tanka. A tanka is a five line poem following the syllable count 5-7-5-7-7. So without further ado... Seasons of the Mountain Mountain base, spring blooms become more sparse as you climb. Trees have lost their … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 29: Seasons of the Mountain
Today's haiku is about my yearly struggle to keep the heat off for as long as possible as winter approaches. Winter is all about being bundled up, so I tend to keep it quite cold. At some point I'll start to feel bad for my cold kitty, or husband will start nagging me about the … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 28: Heat
Corn is a huge part of fall for me. There's pop corn, candy corn, corn mazes. Today's haiku is an ode to all my youth spent lost in corn mazes. Lost in a maze. All this corn looks the same.
I felt like doing another Halloween haiku today. This one is a little less creepy than the last one, even if it does start with the word 'creepy'. Creepy clowns Grin with teeth full of Hershey's chocolate.
We had a group of turkeys hang out in our yard every year come fall. They were pretty aggressive to us at the bus stop and would frequently hold up traffic on the street. I'm not a huge fan of turkeys, as this haiku could tell you. Turkeys hold up traffic downtown. Thanksgiving feast.
Today's haiku honors my favorite holiday of the year, Halloween. I hope this one feels a bit creepy. Enjoy. Skeletons hang inside, as trees die outside.
Today will actually be my second haiku of fall, but it hopefully evokes the feeling of changing leaves when fall starts to creep in. Leaves turn. Wildfire leaps from tree to tree.
Today I'm remembering a favorite candy from my youth, Pop Rocks. I love how that crackle mimicked the crackle of flames on a log. Roaring flames. Pop Rock candy crackles On your tongue.
National poetry writing month is flying by. Today is the last summer poem of my summer sequence and it's about one of my favorite summer traditions; the family cookout. Enjoy! Charcoal smoke. Hamburgers on fancy paper plates.