Against All Odds

It is totally against all odds that I finished another PAD challenge, and on time too! What with the holidays, lots of company, and the general fatigue that sets in after four consecutive weeks of daily poeming, I was on the verge of abandoning the Poetic Asides PAD Challenge several times. But I am glad to say that unlike this past April, I persevered, and if I can’t say I love every last one of my poems, at least I can say that they stretched me in many ways. I experimented with a number of different forms, including: epigraph poems, triolets, a bell curve Fibonacci, a monotetra, a tanka, a shadorma, a blitz poem, a bop, a Collom lune, a higgledy-piggledy, a limerick, a sevenling, tercet and a quatraine cascade poems, free form and prose poetry, a four and twenty, and skeltonic verse.

Today’s prompt was to write an “against all odds” poem. I went with a one-line haiku (or monoku, as they are sometimes called):


against all odds cherry blossoms

Their Story

Today’s Poetic Asides prompt is to write a poem with the title: “(blank) story”. I wrote a free form poem, which I suppose is a poetic form of sorts:

Their Story

Perhaps they met at a party,
their eyes locking across the room
or were introduced by friends
or stumbled into each other in a bookstore
a crowded elevator or a classroom.
Perhaps she wore her heart on a sleeve
or was standoffish or didn’t even notice him
at all at first, while he was on the rebound
from a failed romance or had never been in love
before or had been in love with her for months
or years or minutes. However it happened
here they are, married, thirty-two years later,
with three kids, two cats, and a house in the ‘burbs,
still telling their story.

Morning Mist

Although I’d like to think that I don’t write solely for validation, it is always sweet to learn that a haiku of mine has placed well in a competition, or has been accepted to a journal. It tells me that my words (and thoughts and feelings) have resonated with someone else. After all, isn’t that what writing is really about? I was proud to have one of my haiku receive Third Prize, in the 16th Kusamakura Haiku Competition, alongside the haiku of many other haijin I have come to admire.

morning mist…
tracing the edges
of her name
yaku 朝霧にー
Cara Holman
キャラ ホーマン