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.


For Mom and Dad

Yesterday’s Poetic Asides prompt was to write a tribute poem. I went with a four and twenty:

For Mom and Dad

when we go around the table
giving thanks
you will always be
at the top of my list


The Good Old Days

Today’s  Poetic Asides prompt was to write a good old days poem. I went with another Collom Lune:

we reminisce about
the good old days, while
checking our email


A Consumption Poem

Yesterday’s  Poetic Asides prompt was to write a consumption poem. In the interests of catching up, and finishing the challenge on time, I picked one of the shortest forms I know: a Collum Lune. The only rules are that the poem contain three lines, and 3/5/3 words.


we eat until
we can eat no more…
then eat more


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