A new issue of A Hundred Gourds has been released. A Hundred Gourds 1:4, September 2012 can be read in its entirety online. I’m pleased to share the pages with so many haiku poet friends. We have been asked not to post the actual haiku to our blogs for 40 days, so I will instead post the link to the index of haiku poets, and a link to each page that my haiku are featured on. I would recommend reading at your leisure from cover to cover though. I am already all the way through my first pass of the haiku section, and halfway through the renku section.
Monthly Archives: August 2012
new coolness
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new coolness
an empty snail shell
under the heather
I wrote this haiku mid-summer about something I observed last fall when I was cleaning up the planting area in our front yard. At that time, fall seemed very far away. Not so anymore. This morning I awoke to cool, crisp air coming in through our open bedroom windows. Definitely fall in the air!
blue moon
And amazingly, it is the end of another month, and the end of the NaHaiWriMo 31 prompters / 31 days challenge. I found myself losing a little momentum as I approached the finish line, but rallied and did manage to complete it. I loved the variety of the prompts, and wrote many haiku that I would likely not have written otherwise. For example, who thinks to write about chili peppers, lions, and seams? All in all, I had a good time, and the best part of it was the camaraderie that developed between the participating haiku poets. Until next time…
August 31- “moonviewing”, prompted by Alex Benedict
blue moon
a half-remembered story
from long ago
Today’s prompt is especially topical, as tonight will be a “blue moon”, the 2nd full moon of this month, which only happens… well, once in a blue moon…
windless night
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windless night
the steady cadence
of chirping frogs
In my childhood, I fell asleep to the sound of crickets during the summer months. Around these parts, we hear the sound of frogs from the creek at night, but they sure sound like crickets to me!
invisible fence
melting shadows
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melting shadows
waiting our turn
at the ice cream counter
I was happy this year to celebrate my July 23 birthday with my husband, and our two oldest children, who came home specially for the occasion. We had a lovely dinner at Bamboo Sushi, and then adjourned next store to Salt & Straw for ice cream. It was our first warm and sunny evening in quite a while, and the long snaky line along the sidewalk attested both to that, and the quality of the ice cream we were soon to enjoy. We must have waited on line for at least 45 minutes, as evening began to move in over the West Hills, but it was totally worth it! I had a cone of “Grandma Malek’s Almond Brittle with Salted Ganache”, and everyone else had something different.
fetal tones
lamb’s ear
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lamb’s ear
the softness
of summer rain
I love the feel of Lamb’s ear leaves. I was thinking of that, as I penned this haiku at the beginning of summer, when it was very rainy. Lamb’s ear also has the unfortunate characteristic of becoming somewhat invasive, so with great reluctance, I finally dug it out of my herb garden to make room for some of my other plants. I may attempt to grow it again one day, knowing now that it needs to be pruned severely back each year to keep it under control.
night sky
lifting clouds
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lifting clouds
a yellow monarch
heralds the sun
Our summer started out with rain and clouds. I was sitting at the breakfast table one morning, trying to decide what indoor activity I would plan for that day, when I caught some movement from the corner of my eye. As I turned my head to look through our French doors onto the deck, I saw a yellow monarch flying towards the house. At that very instant, the sun also came out. It almost looked as if the monarch was carrying the sun on its back.
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