And my next to last haiku for this week on Daily Haiku Cycle 13.
Monthly Archives: June 2012
drowsy sunlight
forest clearing
The June 7 NaHaiWriMo prompt is to write a haiku about plants, flowers, or trees where we live. That’s easy– it seems to be all I’ve written about for the past week!
forest clearing
buttercups
catch the rain
Sunday morning
This was a haiku I submitted to Gillena Cox’s Sunday Savvy 28 blog post (June 3) on her Lunch Break blog.
Sunday morning
tickseed flowers brighter
than the sun
screened window
The batches of haiku I submitted in March are just beginning to appear in journals. I am pleased to have a haiku in the June issue of The Heron’s Nest.
screened window
the full scent
of jasmine
twilight
Today’s prompt for NaHaiWriMo is to write a haiku about “quiet sounds”.
twilight
a whisper of wind flutters
the peonies
snow
My haiku for today, on Daily Haiku, Cycle 13:
I know that it seems a little out of season, but I wrote in back in March when we had a surprise late snowfall. And the valley is “Willamette Valley”.
strawberry moon
There’s nothing I like better than discovering new haiku blogs. The Haiku Bandit Society has a monthly moon viewing party to coincide with the full moon. This is the second month I have contributed a haiku to it.
I am thrilled to have received my first ever Dottie Dot award for my June moon viewing haiku:
strawberry moon
all that remains
of last night’s dream
long night’s moon
Finally caught up. Today’s NaHaiWriMo prompt is to write a haiku about the moon. I’ve never counted, but I imagine I’ve penned at least two or three dozen moon haiku, and probably read hundreds more. Why is it that haiku poets never seem to tire of writing about the moon? Perhaps it has something to do with its constant, soothing presence over the years. Even when we don’t see it, we know it’s there.
long night’s moon
I nurse my baby
back to sleep
Interestingly enough, I wrote a moon haiku on June 4th of last year, even though the prompt was “celebrity, papparazzi, or the trappings of fame”, not “moon” at all. (I was in Bend for the HSA quarterly meeting at the time.)
a big frog
in a small pond
full August moon
koi pond
The June 4 NaHaiWriMo prompt is to write a haiku about older women.
Back in March, I attended the Komen Breast Cancer Issues Conference. In one of the talks, Ann Reiner, from the OHSU School of Nursing talked about “Challenges of Breast Cancer in Later Life”. Of course, a lively discussion immediately ensued, regarding just what constituted “later life”. We talked about all sorts of interesting things, including chronological age vs. functional age. According to one definition, “old” in the U.S. can be classified as follows:
- 65-74: “young old”
- 75-84: “old”
- 85+: “old-old”
Needless to say, I came out of the talk feeling younger than springtime. By far though, my favorite definition of “old” is “anyone 10 years older than I am”. With that definition, I’ll never need to worry about feeling old again!
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