Prose Posies

A River of Stones- 1.29.12

Cara Holman — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 00:19:09 +0000

As the glass slips through my fingers and shatters into a hundred little shards on the hardwood floor, all I can think of is, I want a do-over.

Our Favorite Walk

Cara Holman — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 22:52:43 +0000

In 2011, I started entering a non-kukai haiku contests once in a while. Most contests have a nominal fee ($1 per haiku), while others are free. The way I look at it is this. I have little to lose, and a lot to gain. When a judge who has been reading (and writing) haiku for a long time sees something of merit in what I write, it not only validates me as a writer, but it helps me discern which pieces I write have a more universal appeal. When I submitted my first tanka to the 2011 San Francisco International Competion for Haiku, Tanka, Senryu, and Rengay, I didn’t expect much, so I was thrilled to have it take 2nd place, among other poets whose work I admire. I wrote it about my daughter and me, when I visited her this past October, but after reading the commentary, realized that it could about any two people.

our favorite walk
by the river–
deep in conversation
we cover
the same old ground

A River of Stones- 1.28.12

Cara Holman — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 23:41:22 +0000

Right now, I want nothing more than to prune back the roses and raspberries, and rake up sodden piles of leaves. Later, when the cold begins to set in, I will be wanting nothing more than to be indoors with my afternoon cup of tea and my laptop.

A River of Stones- 1.27.12

Cara Holman — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 04:07:52 +0000

It’s so nice to be working in the garden again. I understand things like slugs and weeds and deadheading flowers. I wish people could be so simple.

A River of Stones- 1.26.12

Cara Holman — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 19:39:37 +0000

Dear Sunshine, I want you.I need you. What can I say? I know you want your space, and I am trying hard not to pressure you, but really, can’t you do better than these rare visits that only leave me wanting more? Is it a cliché to say that without you, my days seem grey and cheerless? Here’s hoping that you will soon be back to stay. Devotedly yours, Me.

A River of Stones- 1.25.12

Cara Holman — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 00:13:35 +0000

I am just about to go out the gate, when I catch the scent of a something lovely, and turn to see that the Sarcococca ruscifolia is in bloom. Suddenly I forget all about the saturated ground, the sodden piles of last year’s leaves, and even the storm clouds pending. Spring is just around the corner– I know it is.

A River of Stones- 1.24.12

Cara Holman — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 17:52:03 +0000

I stay on the treadmill long after I’ve lost interest, walk carefully around the puddles in the parking lot, when what I really long to do is splash my way through them, and resist the temptation to polish off the rest of the bag of cashews. Why did I ever think being an adult was all about freedom?

A River of Stones- 1.23.12

Cara Holman — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 18:58:14 +0000

morning fog…
what is there left to say
that hasn’t already been said?

A River of Stones- 1.22.12

Cara Holman — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 16:51:36 +0000

As I watch the bits and pieces of decades-old bills and papers fall away in the shredder, I feel a momentary pang, as if I am also obliterating bits and pieces of my life. But I also experience a liberating sense of release, imagining myself letting go of what no longer serves me.

A River of Stones- 1.21.12

Cara Holman — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 00:37:06 +0000

A break in the rain. Patches of blue skies. I slip on my jacket, just as the sun slips behind a cloud. But we walk anyway, with Zeus bounding on ahead of us, as if this were the nicest day of the year instead of a cold, grey day in January.