NaHaiWriMo

From one challenge to the next! While I plan to continue writing small stones daily, tomorrow I will begin the short and sweet NaHaiWriMo challenge, for National Haiku Writing Month. I plan to write a haiku a day, although due to rules about haiku appearing anywhere on the web being considered published, I only plan to re-post already published haiku, and write my new ones in my haiku journal. So for the next 28 days, look for haiku here. (and small stones, and weekly poetry prompts…)

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A River of Stones- 1.31.11

Today is not only the last day of January, but also the last day of the River of Stones challenge. I had few expectations when I began the challenge on New Year’s Day. It simply seemed like a fun way to start the new year– a break from the post-holiday doldrums and the ubiquitous gray skies. What it turned into was moments of clarity, awareness, and connection with others from all over the globe. All that I could have hoped for and more. And so I’ve decided to continue with the daily “small stones”– little snippets from my everyday life. I’ll be posting them here.

as i walk the track, i resist the impulse
to count laps. for the next hour at least,
i will not be bound by expectations.

A New Look

I’ve had my blog for almost 2 years now. I felt like it was time for a change. So I changed themes. Same blog, new look. What does anyone think? It feels a little strange to me right now, but I think I like it. The lovely thing about WordPress is that you can always change it back whenever you want, or try something else. 🙂

Smile for the Camera

The Big Tent prompt for this week was to take a photo and write about it from the point of view of the photographer. This was a fun one as I’ve been looking through old photo albums all this week. I was originally going to write about my long ago relatives (and I still might some time!) but the photo that caught my attention was one I look at every night of my mom and me. It is my favorite photo of her. I have no idea when or where it was taken, who took it (although I imagine it must have been my dad), or what we were laughing at…


Smile for the Camera

I said smile, not laugh, he says, clearly peeved.
What are you laughing at anyway? Oh, not you,
I hastily assure him, wiping tears from my eyes.
Then what? he insists. I don’t know, just…
He looks so perplexed, I can’t help myself, and
soon her silvery laughter joins mine, as we give
ourselves over completely to mirth. He stares
at the two of us for a moment in bemused silence.
Women, he mutters, as he snaps the photo.

Read other Big Tent poetry responses here.