hawks

December Haiku Share

Red-tailed hawks are a common sight around these parts, although I actually wrote this haiku when I was visiting Arizona two summers ago. This haiku combines two of my favorite subjects: hawks and clouds. It is also a hay(na)ku– a poetry form having three lines, consisting of one, two, and three words respectively. So share a haiku about hawks, other raptors, air currents, clouds, and/or try your hand at a hay(na)ku.

hawks
 catching thermals
slow moving clouds

1st place, WD Poetic Form Challenge: Hay(na)ku, Aug. 2011
Writer’s Digest, January 2012

 

If you missed the initial post, click here to read about the month long haiku challenge I am holding right here on my blog this December.

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milk moon

2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge- Day 30

And I did it again! (Made it to the end of another daily PAD challenge.) Today’s prompt is by guest prompter Violet Nesdoly: write a milk poem. I decided to go with another moon haiku– why not?

milk moon
my newborn baby
stirs in my arms

“Moon” is still an autumn kigo technically, although “Milk Moon” was one of several names given to the May full moon by Native Americans, according to the Farmers’ Almanac.  More poetic responses can be read on the Poetic Asides blog.

And stay tuned tomorrow for a new idea I had for daily December blog posts that involve my blog readers!

new moon

2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge- Day 29

Today’s prompt by guest prompter Bonita Jones Knott: write a birth poem. This is sort of a birth poem– a renewal poem anyway:

new moon
starting over again
again

“Moon”, for whatever reason, is an autumn kigo, so autumn it is.  More poetic responses can be read on the Poetic Asides blog.

in the hawk’s shadow

2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge- Day 28

A tough prompt from guest prompter Jonathan Edward Ondrashek, coming just 2 days before the end of the challenge– “Write a poem illuminating how it feels to stand up for what is right in the face of adversity in the workplace”. Hmm. I took a few liberties with defining “workplace”, and wrote the following, based on something I observed this summer.

in the hawk’s shadow…
a mother robin
guards her nest

“Robin” is yet another spring kigo (three in a row, if I remember right!), even though I observed this in the summer. I guess that proves that kigo are more guidelines than anything else. More poetic responses can be read on the Poetic Asides blog.

spring’s end

2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge- Day 27

Today’s Two-for-Tuesday prompt comes from Paula Wanken: write a hero or villain poem. I went with the former:

spring’s end
his folded flag
encased in glass

“spring’s end” is another spring kigo. More poetic responses can be read on the Poetic Asides blog.

low-tide beach

2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge- Day 26

Guest prompter Shann Palmer asked us to write a poem about something we collect. I collect so many things, I hardly knew where to start, but finally settled for seashells.

 

low-tide beach
the clink of seashells
in my hand

“Low-tide beach” is a spring kigo. More poetic responses can be read on the Poetic Asides blog.

the wide sea

2012 November PAD Chapbook Challenge- Day 25

I guess I’m getting quite a late start today. Guest prompter Cameron Mathews asked us to write an “opposite poem” of one of our earlier poetic attempts in this month. I decided to revisit Day 18, where I wrote a modified glosa/ epigram poem. Of course, I had to change all the rules of the form for this attempt.

I again started with the Shiki haiku on page 24 of The Haiku Handbook, by William J. Higginson and Penny Harter. This time, I used the lines from Shiki’s haiku in opposite order, and made them the first lines of my haiku (rather than the last lines). It’s easier to write the new haiku sequence than explain it!

rowing through
out of the mist
the wide sea

— Shiki

My Day 18 poem:

only the sound
of oars in water
rowing through

so far away
mountains rise
out of the mist

alone
with my thoughts
the wide sea

And today’s “opposite” poem:

the wide sea
thinking of you
so far away

out of the mist
white sails
or maybe a seagull

rowing through…
waves lap the shore
at my feet

More poetic responses can be read on the Poetic Asides blog.