November is gone. In its place the frenzy of the holidays arrived. Here are a couple of haiku from this week.
holiday season
rosemary wreath hangs outside
welcomes our guests
For more poems of a sapid, savory sort visit One Single Impression.
geese glide together
an orchestrated landing
vacated field filled
For more poems about space, visit Haiku Heights.
It’s been thirty days of writing a poem a day. Many were little jot downs in my journal. Here’s my list:
11/01/11 Sunset haiku
11/02/11 traffic moves
11/03/11 Forking
11/04/11 A Ragged Envelope
11/05/11 Our First Prank
11/06/11 Bird Mystery
11/07/11 November
11/08/11 early morning fog
11/09/11 beaver’s full moon
11/10/11 I Come From
11/11/11 star-spangled parades
11/12/11 obsession
11/13/11 hourglass
11/14/11 Ideogram
11/15/11 candletime
11/16/11 dawn breaks
11/17/11 quiet stillness
11/18/11 a carpet of leaves
11/19/11 haibun for Advent Booklet
11/20/11 we sit in silence
11/21/11 patient snow seeker
11/22/11 Tuesday begins this way
11/23/11 library write time
11/24/11 Thanksgiving Day
11/25/11 midnight hour strikes
11/26/11 morning mystery
11/27/11 the first candle lit
anniversary poem for parents
11/28/11 keep awake
11/29/11 stars twinkle
11/30/11 mournful song
For me one of the best things this months was to get back into the practice of writing and jotting down daily observations. Posting several haiku “from my writing journal” was a format that I liked as I found then I didn’t worry about getting on the computer to post every day.
Poetry Friday is at Carol’s Corner.
Sipping tea, writing time, and an interrupted robbery all appeared in my writing journal this week. Here’s a few:
For Haiku Heights: urn
we sit in silence
sip tea from the samovar*
weekly ritual
*a samovar is an urn for tea
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One Single Impression had the prompt “seeking.” I preferred using the word seeker.
patient snow seeker
watches for signs grey, cold nights
frosty smell of snow
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Tuesday began this way:
phone rings, voice trembles
home robbery stopped by me
invasion of life
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I found time to visit the West Linn Library this week to write.
library write time
settle in, revise manuscript
down the rabbit hole
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Thanksgiving Day
family, friendship, freedom
abundant blessings
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And after the food and family time…
midnight hour strikes
doors open, bargains appear
crazy Black Friday
From my notebook:
In candletime
light makes its way
to darkness
In candletime
the soul
settles
reflects the glow
from candles
of hope and miracles
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Dawn breaks quiet
ice webs on windshields
sparkle
we kick leaves
shuffle, scuffle
as our breath
hangs in the air
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quiet stillness
prayer
contemplative
thought
the world’s
heartbeat
heard
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An ideogram looks at letters or numbers and tries to see what is in the shape. What do you see when you look at the letters?
J hang onto the rope which swings over the lake
O the shape of ripples when you drop in
N the swim slide is lots of fun
E a kite with streamers flies high above
Check out The Miss Rumphius Effect has other examples of the ideogram.
I wrote two haiku over the weekend. The first from the prompt at Haiku Heights: obsession. Meet Buster, he loves the game of fetch.
squeak-squeakety-squeak
white small soccer ball chaser
his obsession
And from One Single Impression: hourglass
if a grain of sand
doesn’t go through the hourglass
is time frozen
Please visit these sites and see how others responded to the prompts.
It’s been a week to have my journal with me to write everyday. It’s those observations of the daily that makes for good writing.
Tuesday, November 8:
early morning fog
tendrils caress the river
geese fly overhead
Wednesday, November 9
the beaver’s full moon
wears an ice ring halo, an
early snow promise
November 11
star-spangled parades
honors those who protect us
Veteran’s Day
This morning with the time change I was awake by 4:30 AM and I felt ready to get up. I do like that about changing back to standard time. The morning silent, a cup of tea, and time to write.
November
Days become shorter,
start off foggy, murky, damp
quiet time to write
Geese announce their departure
honk chorus
an autumn mystery
Today’s haiku takes in two different prompts. “Birdie” comes from One Single Impression, my Sunday go to place for prompts. Today, however, I discovered a new place thanks to viewing what others wrote about the OSI prompt. The word “mystery” is from Haiku Heights, which posts a prompt on Saturday.
Hooray for prompts.
Today is Day 6 of a Poem a Day. I am working on several which relate to my W-I-P and those are in my journal. But I shared a poem HERE on Friday based on a prompt from Poetic Asides.
To get back on the horse as they say, my goal for November is to write a poem a day (PAD).
Today the prompt from One Single Impression: sunset.
sunset, fog swirls in
eerie glow of pumpkins
streets fill with shoe
shuffles, laughter, and eeks
all Hallows’ Eve
For more sunsets, visit HERE.
