A Bit Taller #haiku

The prompt from Carpe Diem’s Haiku Kai — Here is the haiku by Michael Dylan Welch to inspire you to write an all new haiku, tanka or another Japanese poetry form:

pull of tonight’s moon—
the harbor lighthouse
a little taller

© Michael Dylan Welch

Big boy

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My son when he was a little guy always loved to slip on big shoes.

His head was full of imaginings about when he’d be big.

He never tripped when he wore too big shoes.

My artist mother captured him one day as he was raking the yard.

In a series of drawings (this being one), my son managed to keep my shoes on while chasing the dog.

helping with yard work

dreams of being a man 

wearing big shoes

Summer Dreams #haiku #photography

suwari taru fune ni neteiru atsusa kana

in a boat grounded at low tide,
taking a nap
in the summer heat!

© Yosa Buson

block and tackle

swaying with the tide

my dreams roll with the waves

rope’s gentle tug

On a warm summer’s afternoon, it is easy to doze into a nap filled with dreams. The prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is Nap

Since Cherry Blossoms… #haiku

Inspired by Basho:

since the cherry blossoms
I’ve waited three months to see
the twin-trunk pine

Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

cherry bouquet

memories spill over

cherry blossoms line the path

counting the days

*

cherry daydreams

soft pink decorates the sky

never sated

cherry  haiku

Photography: Moondust Designs 2015

 

This episode of Carpe Diem Haiku “Since Cherry Blossoms” is a reminder that they will return.

Time Passage #poetry

wright bro memorial
Wright Brother Memorial

I stood on the edge of the universe

stars within my grasp

reach for them I did

I never thought to ask

nudging my fingertips

a velvety lamb’s ear

in an old forgotten grotto

nature knows she is here

In the expanse of a gallery

the paint is still fresh

though the paintings are old

where I had my first test

hand-picked stone lined path

each flower has a name

crunch of  gravel so familiar

tho I am no longer the same

This place harkens to her footsteps

welcomes me anew

tho time has passed

memories like morning dew

I was taught from before I was able to talk the value of the elderly, the importance of honor, and the lessons I could learn if I listened closely. I am sad for a generation that places so little value for those past a certain age. Because of this attitude, there are lessons unlearned/ history unheard.

There is more reality than metaphor in this poem and a gratitude beyond expression that I hold for those who taught me to reach for the stars.

I’m also sharing a link to rewrite of a fictionalized story of an elderly patient – here

The prompt from Poets United Midweek Motif – “Choose an Elder to honor in a poem…”

Frozen Spring #haiku #spring

 

Spring dreams

ballerina water dance

frozen in motion

ballet hydrangea

 En pointe

hydrangea surrounds the stage

ballerina’s spray

This poem for Poetry Pantry at Poet’s United was written in the heart of winter. The ballerina in these haiku awaits the opening of spring’s curtain.

I am so grateful to Poet’s United for the interview about the poetry book for the orphans of Ebola in Liberia and to Kristjaan at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. If you are unfamiliar with these two poetry communities, please check them out.

Submissions are open until June 1st.

The poems being submitted are a beautiful chorus that fit so well together.

Monet and Poplars #haiku #art

 

Gathering my thoughts

my paints loathe to follow

poplar dreams

*

sky color palette

cloud influenced impression

Monet found

*

canvas dry

I miss my poplar print

no more tears

 

Monet influenced so many writers and artists and continues to do so. The Carpe Diem prompt is “Poplars”

Look Up #poetry #devotion

 

wright

They looked up to the sky

wondering how the birds might

Men in their minds worked

puzzling over to flight

Time after time they tried

always another glitch

falling apart at the seams

so unlike the finch

trials they persevered

eager to gain height

broken bones and wings

brothers were named Wright

higher and higher we fly

looking beyond the loon

forging a further frontier

what marvel to walk on the moon

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It took commitment (day in and day out) for men who wanted to fly to build that dream. It takes (daily) commitment, a focus forward, and stamina to strive toward a relationship with our God.

“Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead.”

Philippians 3:13

 

Shared today with the folks at Poet’s United Poetry Pantry.

 

A Dream within a Dream #EdgarAllenPoe #haiku #photography

 

 

Edgars desk

 

A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM. ~Edgar Allen Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

 

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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Grasping at hope

sea pulls at all I hold dear

your kiss still warm

*

tears at great cost

dark dreams possess my heart

you are gone

photo of Edgar

The prompt  for Chevrefeuille’s Carpe Diem Ghost Writer: Dream within a Dream

To the Future and Back Again #poetry #childhood #dpchallenge

magical book

When as a child

where did dreams with you fly?

did you ride dragons

 were you a double agent spy?

*

Did the Orient Express

carry you in style?

 were you philosophic

 pondering life all the while

*

Did your nose always

end in books

where you followed wizards

hobbits with the name of Took?

*

Would you see the world

from outer space

or march to a drum beat

always in place?

*

Over electron  microscope

did you faithfully stand

peering beneath cells

the smallest though very grand?

*

No matter the consonant

or silent vowel

the dreams you dreamed

awakened in willowed hollow

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The life you lived

is who you’d be

time to dream again

try it you’ll see

 

The wordpress daily post writing prompt for today is Future’s Past.

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?

Well honestly I haven’t stopped dreaming yet.